my ringworm thread is totally pwning this spiral perm thread!

People!

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



This thread is about love and respect you assholes!

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.


MuseIsaProphet edit

Thanks everyone except Carrie, Anx, Jersey, Milty, and Abierman


This thread is better than Jersey's right?

@ 'Bermuda Iglasias'

abierman said:

right?

and Imago... nicely done!

Is all this to counterbalance the new butch look?

you too, .

FunkMistress said:

I'm offended. REPORTED

jerseykrs said:

You can listen to Jimi.