||[Jul. 22nd, 2008|01:54 am]
Ok folks. Listen up.
For the last while, I've not been all that put out about my chronic chromey-domey. To me it represents a relatively new beginning.
If it comes back, I get a second chance with it, and can actually do something interesting with it. I actually hope to lose the fear that came with it. As I said once before, I sank a lot of identity into my hair before, and I don't want to do that again. I want to make a healthy relationship with it, and to experiment with it.
On the other hand, if it doesn't come back, this just means I have to find new ways to adapt.
To be honest, the point of most of the introspections I've posted thusfar aren't intended to be read as me freaking out. I've done that long before I started writing about this. I have lain in bed, assuming the foetal position afraid to explore the areas in case they've expanded further. That's been done, and it's pretty much behind me. Right now, now that I know what I'm dealing with, I'm considering my options and plans.
Whatever happens now, I have something that I believe is forcing me to change how I live. Whatever happens in the aftermath, it's a new start... so I can't help but be a bit excited by this.
I guess this is more something that I want to tell my family rather than ye folk - I've managed to get my mum to stop owning it, but now my aunt is trying to do the same... asking about my testosterone levels and stuff.
In short, it's not the worst thing in the world for me these days... Hell I might just use it as a reason to shift off my ass and do something interesting with my life for a while.