I’m getting a haircut today. I’ve got to get out and find a job and, while I grasp for some semblance of individuality, personal expression, and calculated rebellion, it’s time I look more like everybody else. Now I’ve got great hair, especially for my age. What God denied me in height he more than made up for on top of my head. Tall friends kid that they’d trade me a few inches in height for all of my hair. Yet it’s time to face the reality that an older man with long, grey hair starts to look like a grandmother, or a leftover hippy, or, and this is a little too close to home, a crazy person.
You do have good hair. But it doesn't take as long as you think, to look past it and see your personality. Still you do make good points, as people do indeed stereotype.
You do have good hair. But it doesn't take as long as you think, to look past it and see your personality. Still you do make good points, as people do indeed stereotype.