Since my link did not work for him, anyone who is watching me gets to read my random late night ravings. Which are not, in the least, furry related. At all. Just me being random and introspective. Which are two things I seem to do well. And then get me writing them down...and they will likely make no sense at all. Enjoy.



"Rebellion" vs just saying "screw it"



Round 1! Go!!

That is essentially where I am. I keep getting conflicting ideas on it too...

Just for you who reads this (cyber-space mites and virtual dust bunnies are probably about it...hey guys!), in case you were wondering: I always said, "I hate having short hair!" I always lied.

Which was just rebellion. The one iota of rebellion I had available to me.

My friends had drugs. Now, I never saw that to be right for me. Which is probably a good thing, because I am waiting for some of those old "friends to end up in the obituaries...or the federal pin. Either way. I saw too much of it. Friends so fucked they couldn't stand up. So strung they didn't remember me being there. I didn't want that. Granted, it did seem fun...

I had hair. A massive 'Jew-afro'. Which then later got dyed red. And let grow to two-tone - red and natural brown. It was the sign of my mentality, for better or worse. It was recognized even before I was most times! "Oh hey, it's the fro! Mitch? Yeah, what's goin' on, dude?" And the obligatory "dude" was not just because I happen to use the phrase a lot, methinks...

I otherwise kept neat and clean. Nothing out of the ordinary. Clean shave, for the most part. Nice dress - band tees, blue jeans, and a heck of a lot of over shirts (I have a thing for them). Oh, well...I guess having a coat/jacket for every situation was a bit odd. Just...er, eccentric though. Not rebellious. I have a definite thing for coats/jackets.

I had hair. And I say "had". I make that a point. "Had." Not "have". Had it, but don't now.

Why? because I cut it off.
- I got tired of always having to deal with it. Anyone have any clue how much trouble that -thing- on my head was?
- I got tired of "it" being "me".
- I got tired of it being an "it" at all.

Now it is growing back. Think I shall cut it back again.

It is like a hearty shrub - it comes right back. It is like a plague - you can't be rid. It always comes back. It is like a living thing all it's own - it adapts and grows.

Now, I no longer need "the hair" for rebellion. As early as it may be for calming down, I see no need for superficial things to rebel. I do see a need for great change in all that lies beneath the surface. That is true rebellion - rebellion against what is set as the Status Quo. Right?

Hair only sets yourself up for a typical oversight. No one sees you, they see "it." It overcomes your effort, your strengths, your all. It wins the battle, but always loses the war.

I shall rebel with my attitude - my pacifism, my acceptance, my tolerance, my love, my faith, my all. Not with hair and looks.

Besides...now I have the beard...it will win eternal fire in the hearts of lesser beings. It is greatness.



So, dust bunnies of the interwebz and mites whom inhabit the tubes of deliverance, do you think the knock on my noggin, which occurred earlier this fine evening, was a bit of a looper?