It's my Dad's hair, my Uncle's hair and my PawPaw's hair.
No, I'm not related to Lyle Lovett...that I know of.
Yes it had always been curly, but not that curly.
I like it because it's different, I hate it because I have to gel it into submission every morning.
I'm curious how it will look as it gets longer.
I hope it will get longer--not taller.
Really, the first picture up there doesn't feel like me. I don't look like that in my mind, but there I am.
The done-up version of me went to a Winter Solstice party last night held by the Houston Atheist's Association. I bumbled around until I found a chick I recognized from a previous meetup, then we found a small group of guys who all seemed to want to talk to me as she slipped off to talk to others that she knew.
I had rotating conversations with these three guys as we all took turns shooting pool.
One was father and husband in his 50s and a recovering catholic.
One was a recent divorcee and former Jehovah's Witness. An "apostate."
The last was a "kid" recently moved to Houston from Brooklyn, who never bought into his parents' Catholicism.
I had been to these meetups only four times in two years and had trouble finding people who, like me, were still reveling in our own intellectual epiphanies which negated the mythologies we had been taught to believe were true. This time was very different. Especially between myself and "the apostate," we were bounding ideas off each other and minds were blown.
It's not the kind of night out that "leads" somewhere, phone numbers were exchanged but I don't expect it to ring. But it was enjoyable. And I will have people to look for at the next meetup.