Thursday, August 04, 2005 I wanted to destroy something beautiful
My family was living in Pueblo Colorado, and I was in Junior High. My mom was taking me to the mall to get my hair cut. This was a very normal occurrence. While we waited for my name to be called one of the women working at the barber shop walked over and talked to us and ran her hands through my hair, and kept telling me how much she “loved” it. She was in her early twenties (that’s a guess) and very attractive. The funny thing is she was the first woman/girl I had ever noticed. In those few moments I suddenly became aware that I am a guy and she is a girl and that I really liked her hands running through my hair. I also wanted my mom to go away. I didn’t understand any of this at the time, but I was becoming aware of the opposites sex. She ended up being the person who cut my hair that day. I have had the same hair style, and have been very aware of how my hair looks ever since. That is the hairstyle most of you know today.
Last night I got bored. I barrowed a large hair trimmer set from James without his knowledge. Got down on my knees on my bath floor and began to buzz my head using a number 3 guard. I did not stop till the there was a huge pile of hair on the trash bag which lay before me. I felt my head and my hair was shorter then it had ever been. I stood up to look in the mirror, but the reflection did not phase me. Instead I focused on the spots I missed and the returned to my knees to work a bit more. I repeated these steps till I was done. I jumped in the shower to wash off the excess hair. After I dried off and got dressed I returned to the mirror. This time the reflection shocked me. I stood there rubbing my head in wonder.
It’s been less than 24hrs and I am still rubbing my head in wonder.
