Kaleido Ink Stains

Read this book: Bad Childhood; Good Life by Dr. Laura Schlessinger, and quit bitching about it, no one wants to hear about it. DO something about it.

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Cutting my hair!
That may sound rather odd, but its more of what it symbolized to me, even though im vaguely aware of the foolishness of embedding something as frivoulous as hair with so much emotional signifigance.
But y'see, my hair used to to be down to my butt, blonde and wavy. The envy and lust of every chick and dude who saw it. My hair was that length since I was fourteen. And for a while I enjoyed it. But as time went by, I changed and grew as a person. And my long hair no longer reflected my persona. I cut my hair off three weeks ago, because long hair symbolizes sadness, grief, and mourning. Not to different from what the romans thought, as they wouldnt cut their hair or shave when in mourning...but then again as a society they were chronically bulimic (hence the saying "romans eat to vomit and vomit to eat"), which creates a greater appreciation for the sin of gluttony. Anyways, I was in fact, of a melancholic disposition for a long time (if anyone here remembers the user tragic_eyes, that was me), and I was done with that nonsense. Also, long hair symbolizes feminimity and well, submission, honestly...what does long hair say to the world? Pull me! And so, I didnt want to put forth that image anymore, because I am very domineering I'll admit, and I wanted to get rid of this final outward testament to my biological gender. Not to mention I look like a pretty boy with my spiffy short golden curls. ^_^ Also, too make everyone at school revaluate what they think of me, forcing them to think a little, as well as the strangers who now have to stare a little longer before deciding I really am a boy *wink*. I admit there is rebellion in it. It's fun to be different. To have short hair, wear pink tutus, boots, bow to pretty girls, and be called Erik Kaleido.  And also, the ladies approve. And take every opprtunity to fondle my head. :)
My long locks symbolized the girl I no longer was or wanted to be. Cutting it was severing my ties to that person and her past. And I've never been happier. And some poor cancer ridden child will now have long pretty blonde hair. We all win!

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