Firsts
You know having long hair has given me several unexpected "firsts" in life.
About a year ago I found myself in a bathroom standing infront of a urinal when a little boy passing by commented to his father that there was a "girl" in the restroom. I grizzled out in my lowest bass tones, "Uhh, No. I'm definitely a guy."
About a month later I was jumping on a tramopline when my hair came undone and proceeded to wrap and parcel my head despite the fact that I was trying to breath through my head at the time. Interesting, I never knew a mouth full of hair could trigger gagging?
I've learned to lay down more carefully too. Last August I found myself seemingly pinned down to my pillow with all of my hair firmly planted behind my back. That was an unexpected surprise.
Recently I leaned a new dance move after closing a small wad of hair in a door as I was passing through.
Of course in someways it makes me feel like a kid again. Like re-learning how to during out of a water fountain? I never realized so much experimentation was involved in getting it right! Oh, yeah, and I've had to learn how to brush my teeth differently too. I don't think I like mint-flavored moose--it just doesn't "style" right.
I've discovered other things too like hair-reinforced omelettes, butter flavored conditioner, and Spagetti based hair dyes. It's all new--as far as I'm aware--maybe I should ask my mom?
Soaking my shirt collars when I dress after getting out of the shower has been invigorating. I think it might help me to get more done--it provides just that edginess of invigoration.
So, my most recent "first" came thism orning, when my hair decided to red-rover with a shirt in my closet. You know it's a little surprising how tenaciously buttons can hold on to hair--Especially when you not even wearing the shirt!
Of course there's much more that has opened up my mind to the world of long hair, things like, little hairs tickling your hair drum, or spidery sensations down your shirt, almost permanently attached glasses, and even new techniques for pulling on my backpack.
The world of long hair is much more surprising than I ever thought it would be. Sometimes, I think to myself in my native Idahoian (aka. Napoleon Dynamite) way "If I only hadn't given my friggin` word." But then, I'm going to see some little kid on chemotherapy one day and say to myself, "I helped introduce a person like her to the great wide world of long hair," then I know it'll all be worth it. Friggin` worth it--ghall!
About a year ago I found myself in a bathroom standing infront of a urinal when a little boy passing by commented to his father that there was a "girl" in the restroom. I grizzled out in my lowest bass tones, "Uhh, No. I'm definitely a guy."
About a month later I was jumping on a tramopline when my hair came undone and proceeded to wrap and parcel my head despite the fact that I was trying to breath through my head at the time. Interesting, I never knew a mouth full of hair could trigger gagging?
I've learned to lay down more carefully too. Last August I found myself seemingly pinned down to my pillow with all of my hair firmly planted behind my back. That was an unexpected surprise.
Recently I leaned a new dance move after closing a small wad of hair in a door as I was passing through.
Of course in someways it makes me feel like a kid again. Like re-learning how to during out of a water fountain? I never realized so much experimentation was involved in getting it right! Oh, yeah, and I've had to learn how to brush my teeth differently too. I don't think I like mint-flavored moose--it just doesn't "style" right.
I've discovered other things too like hair-reinforced omelettes, butter flavored conditioner, and Spagetti based hair dyes. It's all new--as far as I'm aware--maybe I should ask my mom?
Soaking my shirt collars when I dress after getting out of the shower has been invigorating. I think it might help me to get more done--it provides just that edginess of invigoration.
So, my most recent "first" came thism orning, when my hair decided to red-rover with a shirt in my closet. You know it's a little surprising how tenaciously buttons can hold on to hair--Especially when you not even wearing the shirt!
Of course there's much more that has opened up my mind to the world of long hair, things like, little hairs tickling your hair drum, or spidery sensations down your shirt, almost permanently attached glasses, and even new techniques for pulling on my backpack.
The world of long hair is much more surprising than I ever thought it would be. Sometimes, I think to myself in my native Idahoian (aka. Napoleon Dynamite) way "If I only hadn't given my friggin` word." But then, I'm going to see some little kid on chemotherapy one day and say to myself, "I helped introduce a person like her to the great wide world of long hair," then I know it'll all be worth it. Friggin` worth it--ghall!