Misty_Morning
Narcissistic Hedonist
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- Nov 11, 2006
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Howdy Folks!
I hope that everyone is doing great. This really isn’t a thread for discussion. I just wanted to draw your attention to a very special program.
I had an absolutely wonderful night full of passion last night. I don’t think I could have asked for more. But somehow I was, in fact, granted that; a morning filled with love. Before you jump to conclusions, allow me to explain.
I am an individual who tends to be somewhat concerned with my physical appearance. Yes, you can say that I am narcissistic in nature. One of my physical attributes that I am rather proud of is my hair. For the first time this morning I participated in a very special program: Locks of Love.
If you have never heard of this, here’s the lowdown. Locks of Love is a charitable organization that accepts donations of natural hair to make hairpieces and wigs for children in need. These children suffer from long term or permanent hair loss.
I trotted my ass down to the salon a little while ago and donated 14 inches of my hair. The stylist pulled my hair into a ponytail, took a pair of shears and CHOP, it was gone. When the deed was done, she walked around to show me my mane in her hands. At that point, my eyes filled with tears and soon I was balling like a baby. I think that at first she thought I was crying because of the drastic change in my appearance and for purely conceited reasons. It took me a couple of minutes to compose myself and explain what was going on in my head.
Yes, my first thoughts were centered around ME. But in a split second I pictured how a young girl in her very impressionable years would feel if she were without her hair. I was suddenly overcome with the guilt of my own self-centeredness and unthoughtfulness.
When I walked out of the salon I was feeling humbled and proud at the same time. (And I got a free shampoo, cut, blow dry and style)
I keep running to my vanity and checking out my hair. It is truly different. My hair still falls about 2 inches below my shoulders, but the change is so totally foreign. First of all, when I pass my fingers through my hair, I can’t get over how truncated it feels. And brushing it is bizarre. I am sure that I will get used to it, after all it’s only been an hour or so.
The one thing I am absolutely sure about is that I shall do this again.
So, if any of you have been blessed with the gift of long hair I challenge you to share it with others. After all, it will grow back.
Here’s the web site: www.locksoflove.org
Please check it out.
I hope that everyone is doing great. This really isn’t a thread for discussion. I just wanted to draw your attention to a very special program.
I had an absolutely wonderful night full of passion last night. I don’t think I could have asked for more. But somehow I was, in fact, granted that; a morning filled with love. Before you jump to conclusions, allow me to explain.
I am an individual who tends to be somewhat concerned with my physical appearance. Yes, you can say that I am narcissistic in nature. One of my physical attributes that I am rather proud of is my hair. For the first time this morning I participated in a very special program: Locks of Love.
If you have never heard of this, here’s the lowdown. Locks of Love is a charitable organization that accepts donations of natural hair to make hairpieces and wigs for children in need. These children suffer from long term or permanent hair loss.
I trotted my ass down to the salon a little while ago and donated 14 inches of my hair. The stylist pulled my hair into a ponytail, took a pair of shears and CHOP, it was gone. When the deed was done, she walked around to show me my mane in her hands. At that point, my eyes filled with tears and soon I was balling like a baby. I think that at first she thought I was crying because of the drastic change in my appearance and for purely conceited reasons. It took me a couple of minutes to compose myself and explain what was going on in my head.
Yes, my first thoughts were centered around ME. But in a split second I pictured how a young girl in her very impressionable years would feel if she were without her hair. I was suddenly overcome with the guilt of my own self-centeredness and unthoughtfulness.
When I walked out of the salon I was feeling humbled and proud at the same time. (And I got a free shampoo, cut, blow dry and style)
I keep running to my vanity and checking out my hair. It is truly different. My hair still falls about 2 inches below my shoulders, but the change is so totally foreign. First of all, when I pass my fingers through my hair, I can’t get over how truncated it feels. And brushing it is bizarre. I am sure that I will get used to it, after all it’s only been an hour or so.
The one thing I am absolutely sure about is that I shall do this again.
So, if any of you have been blessed with the gift of long hair I challenge you to share it with others. After all, it will grow back.
Here’s the web site: www.locksoflove.org
Please check it out.