Entries for July, 2005
A new discovery today.
I ain't gonna be no George Clooney when I get older. [Whatever happened to that guy, anyway?] Which shouldn't sound too surprising, but this isn't about not being sexy and dreamy. We all know that I epitomize sexy and dreamy. This issue is about hair. [again.]
While I was out running errands, I noticed [don't ask me why] that there were a good deal of men who lacked a full battalion of hair. Many handsome, well-built, capable guys were walking around with a large portion of their keratinized, pigmented filaments missing in action. It made me sad for some strange reason, that these men, at one point in their lives, had to have discovered one morning that their hair was falling out. That experience would have, for lack of a better phrase, sucked.
Then, in the back of my mind, I remembered something I had read somewhere,
heard from someone, or picked up from the radio brodcast airwaves channeling
through the L.A. smog ages ago. Something about male pattern baldness being
hereditary. That it was inherited by the father of your
mother or something to that extent. No biggie.
Holy Crap.
When I got home, I asked my mom about my grandfather back in the motherland. As you probably guessed, he's pretty bald. She told me that when he was younger he'd had a gorgeous head of hair, but as the years caught up to him, the evil, greedy corporate hair fairies began their heartless deforestation project and left him bald and destitute. [I know. It's redundant.] I saw my future slam shut with a figurative, but very ominous, metal clang. My mom didn't quite understand why I suddenly slumped my shoulders, heaved a giant sigh, and climbed upstairs to shampoo my hair for 40 minutes.
I wrote about baldness a while back as a joke, a concept that was supposed to be an amusing, lighthearted, whimsical banter with the readers of this journal.
Our God is an ironic one.
Written by jihwan at 07:58 PM.
Life is like fingernails.
When the little things in life grow a little too unattractive or difficult to manage, we attempt to clip them away and out of our daily existence.
However,
if not done carefully and correctly, the little clippings, the small
disturbances and imperfections of our lives, will ricochet all over the
place, impaling people in the eye and creating a pile of tiny needles
all over the floor that will imbed themselves into those close to you.
Is our personal hygiene, the betterment of ourselves, important enough for us to endure the time, the annoyance, and the mess of the cleaning process?
I happen to think so.
If
you can take the initiative to wash your hands, carefully soak your
fingernails, and pull out a rubbish bin to catch the stray shards of
your self-improvement process, then you can cut away all your personal
imperfections and walk out of the room feeling lighter, cleaner.
And if you can take the time to pull out a nail file and smooth out the
raw edges of your procedure, then there will be no lingering evidence
that you, in your few moments of seclusion and solitude, had utilized
the time to imperceptibly make a part of yourself more rounded and even.
So the next time you feel like your nails have grown a bit too
unsightly for display, I suggest that you take the time to carefully
clip away the excess from your life. I can assure you that you'll
feel better.
Written by jihwan at 09:40 PM.