Science Confirms: Hair Grows From the Brain
I’m attending a wedding in three weeks and that requires a haircut, in the simplistic view of the mother-son relationship that demanded the idea. I had a peaceful morning Monday and when I went to get a haircut, I felt mildly accosted by the barber at Razor’s Edge, as though I’d violated his tranquil barbershop when the bell on the door clanged at my entrance. He had ESPN on as usual and I tried to placate the situation by pretending that I knew something about sports, or that I even cared.
I told my roommate later that I believed hair grew straight from the mushy material of the brain, poking through the scalp and bushing into what we call a hairdo, because I’ve been feeling emotionally different since my haircut.
I started listening to new bands again, indicating that the bitch period of my man cycle might be over for a while. I’ve been reading more and more over the last few days, and can even stomach discomfort better.
More importantly, I’ve been waking up with a wonderfully blank mind. I fall back asleep and play the lucid dreaming game, pretending to read books and signs in my sleep and feeling delighted at the impossibility of the act. The only violation to my placidity comes when I open my eyes and view the world in front of me: my book-bag, the messy room I left when I fell asleep. It’s only when I open my eyes that I’m faced with the external world, which not only requires effort, but engagement.
I don’t mean to sound anti-social. I’m introverted of course, but I’ll admit the world is rewarding and exciting. It’s the obligatory participation in it that offends me. Given truly free will, I’d still meet people, talk to them, grow afraid of some and toss away others. It’d just be nice to have that choice.
I think I should be more careful next time I get a headache. I didn’t realize my emotive philosophical existence would be so moved.
Categorized as Life, Philosophy
Hello and love from Kristen from the other side of the world
hey kristen! when do u get home?
i think you are beautiful, chris thielen