I cut of my dreads
5 years ago I was 17. I was traveling trough mexico. I had graduated from high school early and was going to experience freedom for the first time. Or something like it. I was heading back south from a tour with this band that came trough. I got to Guadalajara to see a girl I met. I had a mohawk and I brought up to her that I kinda wanted to get a mullet and dread it. She hated the idea. It took a week of blowing me off to finally ask her If i had misunderstood her intentions. It was just a moment. So I gave myself a mullet. I also decided to head back north and spend time with my family in Monterrey. I stopped in San Luis Potosi with some friends I had met up with in Aguascalientes. We were waiting in my friends house waiting to go to a show later. My buddy's said they could dread my mullet.
I cant remember who, but someone asked recently If my hair had any meaning. It didnt. I just thought It looked cool. But thinking back at it. That was a turning point in my life. I was traveling around, I had a very romanticized view of the world, you know, crimethinc. But it was my first experience of the freedom I wanted. That was a very important moment in San Luis Potosi. So I guess it did mean something, more than fashion. That year was a turning point in my development as a person.
But I think I've grown past that person. I no longer wear my heart on my shoulder. I feel like I try to minimize the attention I try to draw to myself. The things that remain the same I feel are more refined and better thought trough.
But, to be honest, the first thought was "These things sure get in the way". And "Man, Im the guy with the dreads". I dont want to be Joe the guy with the dreads in the back of his head, I want to be Joe who also happens to look or be involved with whatever I might look or be involved with. I have to avoid getting them wet because they end up smelling funny. They get caught under stuff. They become my definition. I end up feeling like a gimmick. Ive talked about cutting them off for a while. But I was afraid that I was going to be cutting of a part of me.
But yesterday I had enough and just did it. So, Im not the guy with the dreads. I guess Ill see what it is Im turning into and what this new era is. I just hope I dont end up feeling like a gimmick again.
I cant remember who, but someone asked recently If my hair had any meaning. It didnt. I just thought It looked cool. But thinking back at it. That was a turning point in my life. I was traveling around, I had a very romanticized view of the world, you know, crimethinc. But it was my first experience of the freedom I wanted. That was a very important moment in San Luis Potosi. So I guess it did mean something, more than fashion. That year was a turning point in my development as a person.
But I think I've grown past that person. I no longer wear my heart on my shoulder. I feel like I try to minimize the attention I try to draw to myself. The things that remain the same I feel are more refined and better thought trough.
But, to be honest, the first thought was "These things sure get in the way". And "Man, Im the guy with the dreads". I dont want to be Joe the guy with the dreads in the back of his head, I want to be Joe who also happens to look or be involved with whatever I might look or be involved with. I have to avoid getting them wet because they end up smelling funny. They get caught under stuff. They become my definition. I end up feeling like a gimmick. Ive talked about cutting them off for a while. But I was afraid that I was going to be cutting of a part of me.
But yesterday I had enough and just did it. So, Im not the guy with the dreads. I guess Ill see what it is Im turning into and what this new era is. I just hope I dont end up feeling like a gimmick again.