The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same?

This entry is all about the past. I've been reminiscing about my friends and my hair. And my hairy friends. As time marches on, you change, you mature, you grow, you decay. Take me for instance. I used to wear a wig when I hated my hair. I used to love cats. I wore makeup and didn't wash it off at night. Imagine my pillowcase! I never plucked my eyebrows. I thought I was prettier when I wasn't smiling. I was sure I knew everything...



I used to live in clutter mania...just throwing everything on the floor when I was done with it...I would leave dishes by the bed to grow mold. I skipped most of my college classes. I drove without my seatbelt on. I taught aerobics everyday, twice on Wednesdays. My favorite movie was "Total Recall" with Arnold S.. I wasted alot of time and was frequently bored. Bored! Imagine being bored now! Whoot! Oh, to be bored once again. What does it feel like?



I used to have a Best Friend who I talked to on the phone every night before I went to sleep for hours at a time. Sometimes, one of us would fall asleep on the other end. The other wouldn't notice and would continue talking for an hour or so. Of course, until one needed to scream into the phone to wake up the other because there wasnt a grunt, not a peep. Some nights, the phone had slipped from our faces and we were connected all night thru the phone line. Both of us asleep, the phones slipped from our faces, our hands, our necks and landed silently on the pillows.



But now here he is. He actually fell on my foot tonight when I was reaching for a book off the bookshelf. I cursed him. But then remembered the times we had together and how we would joke that when I died, he would pile my ashes on his mantle and a pony tail of my hair on top of the mound, and my two front bonded teeth stuck on the top for good measure.



I don't really know how to end this entry except to say that, when you're young, you're fixated on your appearance and how people perceive you and how many credit cards you've got to use...but as life goes on, friends die, careers come and go, you have money, you don't have money, children are born, everything...including the way you look and look at life, changes. Completely. Totally.Gentle reader, you already know all this. Essentially, I'm just writing out loud. The welt growing on my foot from the fallen urn made me feel introspective...



You won't catch me wearing earrings or Panty Hose ever again in my life! Glitter on the cheek bones? Hair spray? Never!