Time for Change

It’s not that some people have willpower and some don’t. It’s that some people are ready to change and others are not.     ~James Gordon, M.D.

I cut my hair yesterday. Well, I guess the better term is I whacked it off. I was going to post before and after pics, but my batteries are dead for my camera (even after they charged overnight–I think it’s time for new batteries). So, maybe I will later.

The one thing that always amazes me about getting my hair cut is the hesitancy of the hair salonist when I tell her that I want six inches cut off. She asked me over and over if I was sure I wanted that much off.  Of course I do. It’s only hair.  There are worse things in life that could happen to me than a bad haircut. Hair will grow back. Now, if I were in a car accident on the way home from the hair salon and lost both my arms, then I have reason to throw a fit.

I guess it goes with the territory. There are far too many people who get worked up over stupid little things.  We’ve got children hungry in the streets and you’re worried over something as silly as a haircut too short? I mean, come on people.

My own opinion of this is that it has nothing to do with the haircut. There are two types of people out there: those that can’t handle change and being different, and those that welcome it. So, when a person who can’t handle being different from everyone else gets a haircut that is too short or not their usual style, it’s scary. They panick and think that everyone else will think they’re a freak and have poor taste. All because of a stupid haircut.

Now, I’m not talking about hair dyes and perms and the like. I can see how if one of those screwed up, it could be pretty devestating, but still. It can be fixed. No need to panick over it.

Maybe I’m just too mellow. The hair salonist last night kept saying that. She said she felt like she should apologize because I was too calm about losing so much hair.

It’s just hair.

It’ll grow back.

I swear.

Why celestial spheres?

The true man walks the earth as the stars walk the heavens, grandly obedient to those laws which are implanted in his nature.   ~Lemuel K. Washburn

Why do I call my blog “celestial spheres”? Because each person’s life is their own world. This is mine. But why is “sphere” plural, you ask? Why, why, why?  Well, avid reader who is worse than a three year old, I will tell you.

Most people have different versions of their self. With those people whom they have known for lifetimes, each person is more like the real “self” they actually are. But, when faced with a new person, or a new environment, a lot of people change. They become politer, more well-mannered versions of their self. It’s the opressing, nagging feeling that you must make a perfect first impression with everyone you meet. No matter how hard you try to fight against it, it still somehow manages to swallow you up and engulf your stars.  Some people will tell you that they are always their true self no matter what, but, I feel this is a lie made up to conceal their own self-doubts. Along with the nagging feeling of perfect first impressions, we are all wanting and needing for people to like us. We need other people to be our friends. The only people who don’t want friends are hermits.

In truth, I’m still exploring my own constellations and building friendships with other life out there. I’m hoping that in time this blog will grow with me as I go where “no [wo]man has gone before.”

So, what will I be talking in this newly built blog? Who the hell knows? I’m not a psychic. But, it will abide by my own rules of life: be original. be unique. be random.