And I got a buzzcut, so I look like Buzz Lightyear from the Toy Story movies. I got it on 26th, one day after Christmas, I loved my curls, I really did. Yet there was a small voice which said, I wanna live this buzz variation of me to try out and see if we can love them. Something like I wanna start from the beginning. So I am petting myself, that’s a nice feeling.
I think it helps or puts into perspective the part that I read Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. I think I also wanted to experience the change affected his loved ones.
Writing this on a Friday evening, after plans to throw myself out of the house didn’t work out. Got a buzzcut yesterday, I like this version of me, I look more grave, but I am not, I did read up “hair softens your features” so now when I expressing myself, it would come off as strong. Also, I tend to get passionate about things, and all I keep hearing from people is “chill out” I don’t know what was the last “unchill” thing I said to them. Maybe passion is fiery and they feel the heat which burns them.
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