Defiance
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Hey felas,
I Just finished watching 'The curious case of Benjamin Button' (pretty good flick) and there was one quote that stuck with me that brought back strong memories of the 'good ol days'.
He sais when hes roughly 50 years old "My hair had very little gray and grew like weeds." (he lives his life in reverse going from old to young if you havnt seen it)
For me not necessarily the gray part but the weeds part helped me recall how nice that feeling was and was a reminder of why we fight this rechid battle everyday.
Remember when your hair had too much hair at the temples, when you could get a shitty haircut and not care because it would just grow back as thick as ever, when the sea and the salty wind would add style to your hair do, and you would embrace the sun not caring if it damaged your hair because the sun bleached look was 'cool'. When you could take a clump of gel and throw it on your hairline and not worry about if it was clogging hair folicles. When, just like clothes, shoes or cars you could alter you hair to go with trends and add style and character, when you could just crash out and sleep when you wanted and not worry about showering and adding topicals....
I guess im just a tad fed up, this is really just a rant.
Im grateful for so many things in my life but i can still envy all the men who dont have to deal with this curse. We pop pills, and douse our heads with lotions in hopes to hold on to what we have. I know i will never be a 'accept, give up and shave' because none of deserve to have to deal with this. I remember when my hair grew like weeds and i hope like hell i can get that feeling back again someday
I Just finished watching 'The curious case of Benjamin Button' (pretty good flick) and there was one quote that stuck with me that brought back strong memories of the 'good ol days'.
He sais when hes roughly 50 years old "My hair had very little gray and grew like weeds." (he lives his life in reverse going from old to young if you havnt seen it)
For me not necessarily the gray part but the weeds part helped me recall how nice that feeling was and was a reminder of why we fight this rechid battle everyday.
Remember when your hair had too much hair at the temples, when you could get a shitty haircut and not care because it would just grow back as thick as ever, when the sea and the salty wind would add style to your hair do, and you would embrace the sun not caring if it damaged your hair because the sun bleached look was 'cool'. When you could take a clump of gel and throw it on your hairline and not worry about if it was clogging hair folicles. When, just like clothes, shoes or cars you could alter you hair to go with trends and add style and character, when you could just crash out and sleep when you wanted and not worry about showering and adding topicals....
I guess im just a tad fed up, this is really just a rant.
Im grateful for so many things in my life but i can still envy all the men who dont have to deal with this curse. We pop pills, and douse our heads with lotions in hopes to hold on to what we have. I know i will never be a 'accept, give up and shave' because none of deserve to have to deal with this. I remember when my hair grew like weeds and i hope like hell i can get that feeling back again someday