Robbo Blog

I used to shave my head a lot.  Like BIC it.  I have a rather smooth cranium so it was a fairly usual looking.  Well.. no.. that’s bullshit. 

I used to shave my head a lot.  Like Mach 3 it.  I have a rather smooth dome so it was round looking.  I could pull it off.  Half of my friends loved the new bald look.  Half were disappointed because they liked my old Elvis wavey style.  I’m not even sure what I thought about it.  To be honest, I didn’t do a lot of thinking back then.  I did a lot of trying.  I tried to be cool.  I tried to look good.  I tried a lot of things.  I eventually tried to be myself.  Nowadays, it seems like I don’t try much.  That’s not necessarily a good thing.  I would say it is indicative of complacency.  And I am anything but satisfied with my current station, so something has to change.  My hair has gotten long again.  I cycle through thoughts (see.. nowadays I think too much.. and less try) about shaving it or growing it long.  For some reason I keep thinking about poking smot again.  I haven’t in like five years.  It got in the way.  It became a burden and messed with my already delicate mindstate.  This somehow sounds like maybe I’ve matured.  However.. Now I just drink too much.  Great compromise.  I think about giving that up entirely… but, it’s almost more of a hassle to deal with the questions.  Also, I believe absolutes to be harmful.   Absolutes disgust me.  Anything that’s prohibitory in nature, and exclusionary in design serves as an obstacle to progress.  Odd justification but, logical I think.  I just turned twenty-eight.  That blows.  From twenty-two on, life is downhill.  I really need to focus and dedicate myself to progression toward my dreams.  Rather than lurching pathetically day to day, dragging my sorry carcass through the banal routine of slow death, I think I’d much rather get busy pursuing the sorts of things that will positively impact my world and as a result positively impact my down payment on a 1957 Chevy Bel Air. 

My betta fish Jeremy Fischer is sick.  I think he’s depressed.  My new betta Jabu may be the cause.