July 11, 2006

• Motorcycles?

  Not two minutes ago I was thinking. I wasn’t really thinking about anything. I was just thinking, allowing all those random little voices free roamage of my little mind. I just quit the officership in that damn guild and now I feel better. I hate when games become jobs. Then…randomly…a series of strange, seemingly unrelated things triggered in my mind and made me think of when I got my hair cut last up at ol’ Mizzou. It was so strange. I saw the man who had done it. He had pictures all over his little hair cutting vanity or whatever the hell it was. He had pictures of motorcycles and several females and a boat. He wore a plaid, what I would term “lumberjack” button up shirt. So strange.

  I wanted my hair cut short. I wanted all the colors, including white, black, and purple, removed so that I could look like a normal human female again. As he cut, he told me stories. He was so strange. He loved motorcycles and his daughter was in the National Guard and a bodybuilder (and she looked really gross, too…) and he just liked cutting hair. He told me about his brother who was also a hair guy and how he realized that it was his life’s calling. He said that at first he was frightened that everyone would think him queer, and not strange queer, but boy on boy queer, but his brother said, “If you love to do something and it makes you happy, does it really matter what it makes others think?”

  I thought about that. Just because someone doesn’t fit the cookie cutter version of the human being in their place, what does it matter. The guy could like Harley’s AND cutting hair at the same time. Didn’t stop him from getting himself a wife and having a daughter, did it? I just got to thinking, after all those strange things triggered that flashback, that if more people were like that guy, the world would be a better place. I like being unique. I got myself a boyfriend. People who think I suck can just go lick a cactus, because they are wrong and I know it. That guy at the hair place, he has something. It’s strange, it’s hard to notice, but he has it.

  Anyways, thanks for the comments, guys. If any of you happen to be around Mizzou and want to hang with me and see how awesome I am at DDR, you just leave me a comment or send me an e-mail I will be be there, damnit. The stuff you say makes me feel pretty darn awesome. Perhaps you should insult me next time, as to crush my ego which is now much larger than it should be allowed to be. Pretty soon I am going to think I am a god and have the ability to defy gravity…and we all know how that will end…

  Here, I drew you a picture, just in case!!!!

  

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