Human-beings are unnecessarily complicated.
All my life, I was taught that you should make the best of your time on this earth, and live as authentically as you can, since you only live once. But if, for example, you decide to grow out your hair and show up to work in the middle of an awkward phase, they might assume you’re on drugs (or say you look unprofessional, at the least). So there seems to be this rather arbitrary dichotomy between being authentically yourself and following expected social norms for the sake of social functionality. And I guess I find it frustrating because it’s all bullshit. A sociological thing. Alone on a stranded island or with enough money built up, these things just don’t matter at all.
But then again, I suppose you could just do you and let people assume what they want anyway, come what may of consequences. That’s the way I’d like to live, anyway. With the same abandon I’d utilize to commit suicide. Just not giving a single fuck.
Yeah. Let them fire me over the hair if they have to. Fuck em. This is *my* life.
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I wear my hair and beard long at work. Sometimes I tie it back, other times I let it hang down. I like the kind of hippie Jesus thing I have going. Sometimes I’m more carpenter Jesus other times it’s more Jr Pastor Jesus. Occasionally it’s your deadbeat son Jesus.
I swear, brown curly hair, beard genes and white skin were very kind gifts from my parents.
I don’t get grief for it, but social work is very progressive as a profession. I still use my clothing to subtly manipulate my coworkers usng IO psychology
Because I’m usually running two or three levels of game when I’m at work. There’s the assignment I’m getting paid for, and there’s the five or six other things I’m getting out of it.
The hair is part of a statement. It positions me as a familiar figure which instantly makes me likeable to a large amount of people. There are several other “wise man” archetypes with long beards and long hair, not just christ after all.
I seem to have noticed that women find it attractive. That might be other factors as well, or I might be full of myself. I’m probably full of myself. I enjoy the friendship of many lovely women, but it is friendship and nothing more.
heh, how fitting that one such as me be put to such a use……. I’m in a mood, don’t mind me.
Incidentally, I’m growing my hair out, and was recently accused of smoking pot at work. I didn’t do it though–I do not smoke anything at all, not even cigarettes. I suspect it’s just my hair.
incidentally, I don’t smoke pot at work as that would be illegal, but it is not illegal for me to smoke it before work or while on break
I have however indulged in nicotine at work. shamelessly. I’m a bad man, with a heart of gold though.
THC is one of the biggest perks of my job. I have a medical card, they fought really hard against letting my job title have that. Many other job titles aren’t allowed it, which is part of why I’m staying put where I’m at, because it’s a good perk.
I would like to grow my hair out and beard and braid it, but then I don’t look “presentable” smh.
I’m slowly growing apathetic about a lot of things.