Tuesday, December 11, 2012
As a kid, I was never allowed to have long hair. Like they were afraid that I would gain a Samson like strength if my hair grew long, fearing that if I had more power than them, I would rule them.... or something.
I did end up growing it out, it was midway down my back at one point, then I cut it and donated it to Locks of Love. Probably not cool. Some kid is wearing my bad hair. I tried.
So I started wearing a hat. The only problem is, there is some weird superstition that wearing a hat indoors is disrespectful. I don't know, the mop on my head seems way more offensive than wearing a hat that tames said mop.
And besides taming the mop, a hat is functional. It keeps my head warm, keeps the sun out of my eyes, looks classy ( you might disagree, that's fine, it's my hat) gives clothing critics like Kevin Hessler something to comment on, and makes everyone else jealous that I look so stunning ( again, you might disagree. Again, that's fine).
So now you no longer have to wonder what is under that hat. You no longer have to surmise that I am covering up horns or something of the sort. You have seen and have been amazed and you can now appreciate the hat.
Posted by Stephen at 7:38 AM