What really gets me is that cutting my hair means parting with a piece of me that was around a year ago, the last time I was in Antarctica. The last time I got it cut was down there and I guess that's part of the sentimentality that kept me from cutting it a year later. Cutting my hair is like cutting ties with that experience once and for all. It is breaking the connection with the last time I felt I was interesting. Moving on is tough and as I saw the five inch long strands of hair on the floor I felt like I was getting on with my life in a way. I also cry a little every time I take a dump because I miss my poos.Excessive sentimentality is par for the course here in the Kingdom. I still haven't actually used my Soundwave the MP3 player because I can't decide which song I want to play first. The first song played on any new music equipment is a milestone, a celebration of sorts. I want it to be special. In fact I want it to be so special that I can't make up my mind and it's been over three weeks already. It should be something that represents me where I am in my life. As Fabio said in his CD, "When I play a special song, it's very important because it can express what I feel so perfectly." Right now what I'm feeling so perfectly is the sound an airplane makes when it crashes into a barber shop.
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It is like I stumbled into a Filthy Sanchez party and wasn't even invited!
That's how I feel every time I go to Botcon as a walk-in.
So your hair is the source of your power, eh?
Not power but suffering. Didn't Yoda say that hair leads to anger, anger leads to suffering? My hair is the source of my suffering.
Good Marcie analogy. I just got my hair cut after letting it grow for about six months. It was weird for the first few days, but I'm getting used to it now. I'll probably let it grow for several months before getting it cut again.
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