Why Would I Write

Category: Random

  • Hair by Hair

    You know what else takes as long as waiting for your keyboard parts to arrive?

    Me growing a beard. Actually I think I’m going to receive all my keyboard parts before I grow a decent beard.
    It’s been a few months since I started using Minoxidil and I don’t think it’s making a big difference. However, I am only on my second bottle, so I didn’t really expect anything so soon. I definitely have noticed a few additional hairs on my face, but they are countable and I am still nowhere near being a poster-child for beard Instagram.

    Regardless, the journey must go on and I shall continue using Minoxidil until I run out of it. Here’s to a better beard future.

    On the other hand, the hair on my head has been growing quickly and is showing no signs of slowing down (woot). I am constantly being nagged by my mom to get a haircut though. I dread going back to the days of styling my hair every morning before going out. But I also don’t think I’d look good with a shaved head. Decisions, decisions.

    If only there was a way we could control where the hair grew on our bodies. Or at least swap our hair follicles. I’d probably trade away hair on my pubes and armpits for hair on my face. That would be a pretty good deal. I’ve probably got way too many pubic hairs.

  • Friends We Don’t Deserve

    Friends We Don’t Deserve

    There’s something comforting about having a dog on your lap while you type away in front of your computer.

    It’s like having a living, breathing teddy bear. Sometimes I wonder what she’s thinking about. Is she day dreaming? Is she asleep? Any slight movement I make wakes her up, so I can’t really check if it’s the latter but her steady breathing pattern hints at sweet dreams. Do dogs even dream? I’m sure they do. What do they dream about? Freedom?

    And then I start to wonder, does she think about what I’m doing? Does she wonder if it’s trivial or important? Am I saving the world or just typing random shit on a public diary?

    Does she enjoy lying on my lap? Does she enjoy it or find it boring? She’s not complaining – not that I would know if she was unhappy, I can’t speak doggo. I would love to be able to read their minds though. Or understand their barks. I think it would be an amazing ability to have. It could also lead me down a pretty interesting career path. Also, I’d be able to tell stories that dogs want humans to know.

    Do dogs want us to know anything? Maybe not. Why should they care? Why do dogs care so much about people who essentially enslave them for their own selfish purposes? Actually, do we even know if dogs really love humans (I’m almost certain they do) – for all we know, they’re actually the most manipulative creatures in the world, getting us to do their bidding. And people who abuse dogs are actually saving the human race from being overrun by our four-legged friends? Just kidding, I don’t believe that at all. Dogs are our best friends we don’t deserve. So we try our best to make their lives as luxurious as possible.

  • Too Young To Die

    “Oh, he/she was so young.”

    What is that supposed to mean?
    Is there an age we’re supposed to die at?

    Is any age ever a good age to die?
    Can someone be too old to die?
    Or is that just the default response for someone to say whenever they find out the age of someone who passed away?

    Isn’t it all relative? What if the person who passed away did everything he/she ever wanted to do before passing away? Would that a good age then?

    What if they didn’t die, and spent the rest of their life accomplishing nothing else. Would they be at a better age to die then?

    If someone was too old, would the correct response be “I guess his/her time was up”?

    There’s no right age to die.
    People just die.

    “I’m sorry to hear that.” is sufficient.

    There’s really no need to add anything else. It doesn’t make people feel any better. Really.