Permanence. It does not exist.


I was getting my haircut today, and my stylist, Jason, whom I absolutely adore for his professionalism and the fact that he actually has nice hair—why do most stylists not have nice hair , informed me (in hushed whispers) that he was leaving the salon, Toni & Guy. He slipped me his cell phone number and new business card and informed me that he would be taking up a position in a TIGI affiliated hair salon opening up on Kennedy blvd., which would turn my 15 minute commute into a 30 minute commute. In the hour that I spent with Jason, as he shampooed my hair, massaged my scalp, and styled my locks, I did a great deal of soul searching and came to the conclusion that I would stick with Jason and forsake Toni & Guy. That in a sense, I would follow the man and not the brand. That I would give in to a trusted bond and relationship over a reputable company. This decision did not come easy, and has in a sense woken me up to many things.

But it made me realize just how impermanent everything is. We live sometimes, in an illusion of permanence, building ever larger homes for ourselves, or burying ourselves in a set routine, so as to establish some semblance of stability. It’s as if we seek permanence in all things. But it’s never there. One can never cling to permenance, else he will find himself swimming against the current, clinging to the past, and unable to visualize himself as anything more than something long ago passed away. Take for example, that person in your workplace who is still wearing those Jordash Jeans, or sporting the Members only Jacket. He or she sees the world around them as a scary place, changing into ugly things, and thus that person never learns to adapt.

Relationships change dramatically, and without such adaptability, one will find it hard to cope. My mother, once the care taker of me (though I admit as fucked up and dysfunctional as my family was, she wasn’t really very good), has now gotten frail in her old age. The tables have turned and now I worry for her. I handle some of her affairs, and I plan things for her. I insist that all inquiries into her possessions (She owns some property) be directed towards me and that she make no in depth conversations with anyone seeking information. In short, I’ve gone from being her son to her guardian. The process was slow in coming, and happened in gradual steps, but is now definitely visible to even the dumbest of dumb. Do I relish this role? No, it actually saddens me. But what can I do? Time stops for no Asian, no matter how silky smooth our cocoa butter skin looks past 30.

But I have vowed that this 3 week vacation I take with my mom, will be the best one in her life. I vow that she will talk about it until her dying days, and that it brings her joy. Though I am truly excited about going to Europe, I would have much rather visited Austrailia or Thailand this time around, but I shall harbor none of those regrets in my mind as I escort her through all the cities that we will visit. I have been a greedy, selfish, self-centered man for most of my life, and it has not brought me very many fond memories. This summer, I hope to change some of that. Because this summer will give into fall, and fall to winter, and this year to the next. Soon my youth will fade, my mom will pass, and I will be left wondering where it all went.

And I do not want to spend it in a rut of a routine sitting in front the org, which I love, without taking on new experiences and enjoying the riot of life. Now I understand what Muse2nopharoah was doing, and I’m starting to think she may be a prophet of sorts, with wisdom beyond anything any of you people reading this could imagine. How does one describe such a melody of a woman to the deaf?

Yes, nothing is permanent. The Buddhist say that if you stroke a mountain once every thousand years with a felt cloth, eventually, though we may not perceive it, the mountain will wear down to nothing. Nothing is permanent.

Enjoy your friends while you have them. Enjoy your family while you can. And understand that your hair dresser may not always be there. But while he is, take his advice about new up and coming hairstyles, because you don’t want to be that mountain slowly being worn down by an ever changing world around you.

Thank you and I love you.


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[Edited 4/28/07 17:14pm]

whatever dude.

man, this would have been a good blog-entry if you had put it on MySpace.....

DAMN!! This was really kind of beautiful (not to get all sappy) & really made me think about some things in my own life (especially the mom situation). But I often DO seek permanence... & it's never found... & I'm always irritated by it... I guess the key is to find comfort with the ride this IS, not what we want or expect it to be... NICE...

jerseykrs said:

totally.

so this wasn't about your new do??

oh crap, are you leaving too?

random quote that your post reminded me of:

"At the end—and this is what I’ve learned, and I don’t know why it took so long—at the end, everything dissolves. At the end, everything you thought mattered burns away and all that’s left is love and ashes."

People!

Ignore Jersey-A-S-S and, Bermuda Iglasias, and AbierAssclown!!



This thread is about love and respect you assholes!

Imago said:

I love & respect you.....and I know you love & repect me too.....otherwise you wouldn't call me asshole!


@ 'Bermuda Iglasias'

jerseykrs said:

this thread got twelve whole replies. god damn.

Anx said:

evenstar3 said:

I explained in orgnotes -- no I won't be leaving.


But let me just add here that I think you have wonderfully delicious looking breasts.



And don't try to deny it--cause you'll just flood this thread with men vouching for me.

Imago said:

well, um, thank you.

Seriously, I just want to mention that it must have taken you a long time to put your thoughts together, and while there's no way I could possibly read all that, I get the idea it's heartfelt and that's what matters usually.

And I'm not sure if you spelled "permanence" correctly but I just ate a big bowl of corn soup and I'm too lazy to get up and go across the room to look it up. I guess I could google it, but I'm too lazy to do that, too. Seriously. I'm totally bloating.

Anx said:

I mention you a couple of times in there.


Just sayin'

Imago said:

burp me.

So I bought my niece the new Avril Lavigne (at her request) last evening and we spent the entire morning listening to it. I'm unhappy to report I really enjoyed it.

CarrieMpls said:

I love 'Girlfriend'.....

CarrieMpls said:

nooooo!

abierman said:

I do too!

And the rest of it isn't half bad! One of the openings of one of the songs reminded me of Peaches even.

CarrieMpls said:

MY MOM has been on a pro-avril crusade lately and i'm trying really hard to counter it. it's like she's become this little mall punk ear virus that infects everything she comes into contact with. i'm going to live in a shack out in the country and just listen to myself playing ELO songs on a jug and a harmonica or something.

evenstar3 said:

I know. What is happening to me????

CarrieMpls said:

I don't want to hangout on Thursday.

Imago said:

Imago said: