Thursday, March 03, 2005
I woke up periodically Tuesday night with cold sweats. In the morning I was feeling terrible. I didn't feel in any shape to be working, but I'd already gone over my sick-day limit this year and had been docked a day's pay.
When I'm depressed or sick the best weapon I have is a razor...for shaving of course!
I felt skiddy, I felt rundown, there wasn't much I could do to feel better. Razor in hand I shaved the poor excuse for a beard that I had been working on for a week and a half. It felt good to be rid of the embarassment.
Sometimes all it takes to feel good is the illusion that it's a new day. A shower in the middle of the day, new clothes, a nap in the afternoon. You have to trick yourself into believing that you've put some distance between yourself and the problems of the day before. Otherwise it's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life. A new face will do that. Looking at stubble for a week and a half is enough time for you to appreciate having a stubble free visage.
A well groomed appearance is an important part of feeling good and making others feel good about knowing you. Noone wants to be friends with a woof right? Right.
That doesn't mean that your friends will be overjoyed to see you groom yourself in public, quite the opposite in fact.
Michael Rudderham once caught my dad pulling out his nose hairs in the parking lot of Scotiabank when we were 12. How embarassing was that? He told everyone at sailing lessons that day that my dad was plugging away at his nose hair in broad daylight. I never had a "cool" dad, but I had a dad who commanded some degree of authority and respect by virture of him being a school principal. That all went out the window.
I was silently mad at my dad for about a year.
You have to keep your grooming in the private sphere, bank parking lots don't cut it.
It might be because looking good after cleaning yourself up is a treat that you should enjoy first, but it might also be because trimming your nose hair is just a nasty fucking sight.
At work, newly shaved, I didn't feel better, just miserable. I wanted to feel like a new me, but the work stubbly me didn't do right came back to haunt me. I don't enjoy getting emails that tell me, in all caps no less, that someone is thoroughly disappointed in me. I responded using no capitalization at all. I'm not sure that if failing to capitalize the pronoun 'I' displays a lack of backbone or desire to avoid conflict.
Maybe it's all just a lack of grammar knowledge.
When I'm depressed or sick the best weapon I have is a razor...for shaving of course!
I felt skiddy, I felt rundown, there wasn't much I could do to feel better. Razor in hand I shaved the poor excuse for a beard that I had been working on for a week and a half. It felt good to be rid of the embarassment.
Sometimes all it takes to feel good is the illusion that it's a new day. A shower in the middle of the day, new clothes, a nap in the afternoon. You have to trick yourself into believing that you've put some distance between yourself and the problems of the day before. Otherwise it's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life. A new face will do that. Looking at stubble for a week and a half is enough time for you to appreciate having a stubble free visage.
A well groomed appearance is an important part of feeling good and making others feel good about knowing you. Noone wants to be friends with a woof right? Right.
That doesn't mean that your friends will be overjoyed to see you groom yourself in public, quite the opposite in fact.
Michael Rudderham once caught my dad pulling out his nose hairs in the parking lot of Scotiabank when we were 12. How embarassing was that? He told everyone at sailing lessons that day that my dad was plugging away at his nose hair in broad daylight. I never had a "cool" dad, but I had a dad who commanded some degree of authority and respect by virture of him being a school principal. That all went out the window.
I was silently mad at my dad for about a year.
You have to keep your grooming in the private sphere, bank parking lots don't cut it.
It might be because looking good after cleaning yourself up is a treat that you should enjoy first, but it might also be because trimming your nose hair is just a nasty fucking sight.
At work, newly shaved, I didn't feel better, just miserable. I wanted to feel like a new me, but the work stubbly me didn't do right came back to haunt me. I don't enjoy getting emails that tell me, in all caps no less, that someone is thoroughly disappointed in me. I responded using no capitalization at all. I'm not sure that if failing to capitalize the pronoun 'I' displays a lack of backbone or desire to avoid conflict.
Maybe it's all just a lack of grammar knowledge.
I'm going to get a tattoo.
It's going to be a giant griffin flying away with the a diseased earth in its clutches. Beneath that will be a mess of humans with their hands outstretched trying to desperately hold onto the earth before it's left their possession for ever.
Underneath the humans it'll read (in gothic lettering) : Give'Er!
What does it all mean?
Well griffins don't exist right?
Just fucking give'er, keep on, keepin' on!
Noone is going to take this world away from us!
It's going to be a giant griffin flying away with the a diseased earth in its clutches. Beneath that will be a mess of humans with their hands outstretched trying to desperately hold onto the earth before it's left their possession for ever.
Underneath the humans it'll read (in gothic lettering) : Give'Er!
What does it all mean?
Well griffins don't exist right?
Just fucking give'er, keep on, keepin' on!
Noone is going to take this world away from us!
