Calvin said, "It's a magical world, ol' buddy...let's go exploring!"
Rosemary, Carla, her friend Deanna and I were eating at the Fresh Harvest restaurant inside the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino the other day. A gentleman and his female companion sat down at a table next to us. My heart sank right out of my chest as I uttered to myself the same words I always utter to myself when I see an older cat with long hair: "What does he do for a living?"
Flat out stone cold, long hair represents freedom to me.
I recently picked up a book from Borders - by mistake. I noticed that it was written by a dude named Blanchard and his wife. Its title is Live What You Love. I must have picked it up and put it down three times. I thought Ken Blanchard...one minute manager, raving fans, gung ho. And then I thought, no. But the title got me. It wasn't until later at home that I realized the book was written by another Blanchard. In the book's introduction the authors say, "We don't live a typical life and our life literally does not fit in the boxes on forms."
This represents freedom to me.
What does Bob and Mel Blanchard have to do with long hair? They met at an intersection in dave's life. And now they travel together on the Yellow Brick Road.
This post is a bit of a ramble. Sorry for bouncing you around. I look at it as notes to future dave. Or notes to future dave's family.
It is just the long hair thing on guys. There isn't a larger
baseball bat in all of the universe. It smashes my psyche into orbit.
It manifests an aching, soul full, aching, aching yearn.
The art of true personal expression void of constraints, void of worrying about what others will think and void of suppression, is a dream. To take one's talents and skills and cast them off to the universe - to allow the universe to direct them to corners in need of the value only you can provide. Yes. You make a difference by providing value. If not for your value a person's life or company would be lacking. Yes, even if you've got long hair you can provide value. Although my genetics will no longer allow this pulsing symbol of freedom, a position in the universe where it just doesn't (you have no idea of how badly I would like to insert a swear word right here) matter! - would be a dream.
Future dave - For over twelve
years you have been trying to figure out what you'll be when you grow
up. You've participated in every self-help guru's exercises. The
question, "what do you dream about?" has come up four hundred and
twenty-two thousand times. Twelve years of journal writing, ten years
of Internet writing...you've never answered it. You know it. You've
never said I dream about this... Perhaps this is a break through son.
Tattoos too.
Ten million Americans had tattoos ----- in 1936. Twenty-four percent of Americans had tattoos in 2005. Like it or not tattoos are part of the American culture.
Hmmm, genetics are not a problem with this form of expression.
*Dude, you don't swear around your family, you don't swear at work, can't remember the last time you swore here and you pretty much don't swear around your friends. I think that we do understand the need for heightened expression.
*Thanks!
