Apr
I mean for those two topics to be completely independent of each other. I’m not about to talk about the role hair plays in relationships and vice versa. (Perhaps I should re-word that title but I don’t feel like it.)
Where do I start first? Relationships, because I seem to have a lot to say about them.
Haven’t had a “relationship” in a while. Last year I started school and the hard work is starting to become the main aspect of my life. School has a high priority for me right now. Granted I have slacked off some during these first two semesters, but unlike my other tertiary experiences, I actually feel something about this one. I feel like despite the shit that happens, this is something I will succeed at, no matter what. (I haven’t felt like this about anything in a long time.)
Anyway, I digressed just now. I’ve been single for some time now. No prospects in sight really, even though I may have some feelings here and there for special people. However, I feel comfortable in knowing I may have feelings for a guy and doing nothing about it. I just allow the feelings to happen and go on with my life. I still speak to them normally, in fact I’ve started building a couple of new friendships that I know will have a positive effect on me. Yeah, there are those cold, lonely nights when I’d love nothing more than to hold someone, but I no longer feel the need to pursue someone for the sake of being to say ‘I’m in a relationship.’ As pathetic as this sounds, this was the story of my life for a long time. It’s good that I’m breaking away from this way of thinking.
I can be happy on my own. I just never allowed myself to explore this.
I think my hair is happy. It’s been growing beautifully (and why wouldn’t it?) and I now have about an inch and a half of loveliness. For now I’ve decided not to visit the barber shop and just let it grow. Right now it’s reaching that point where it needs to be combed daily (all hair should be treated daily, but at least when it was short I didn’t have to worry about knots…now that it’s longer it dries out easily and tangles up really quickly) and I have to start taking care of it. Not that I mind, but I can’t just run a brush through it in the morning and go about my business. A brief history is below:
I know they’re not all the same height, don’t have me shot on sight. Between 2010 and 2011 I prefered having it short.
That’s all for now really.
I also have plans of blogging regularly. (How old is this statement? Can anyone tell me?)
But as I’d said in my journal, I’m not doing enough of what makes me happy.