Dark-Haired Beauty

The trouble with coloring one's own hair is that you inevitably end up dying your head, ears, forehead and hands along with your hair. The upside is that it's all your fault.

Taking it back around something more interesting than my current hair colour: I like blaming myself for my actions. I like being able to pick apart an event and see my hand stained red from the blood. I watch the events fold themselves back up into seperate chapters and then replay the opening, reading and melding of them until the final conclusion in my life. It's pretty much imperative to my lifestyle that I do this constantly. Not just with me, either. Picking apart an event in someone else's life is a different sort of joy. It's not just the replaying, it's the guessing and (honestly) making-it-up game that help me get by. Because of my imparative restructuring/blaming, I can tell you how/why my parents REALLY got divorced (they're spies. it's a long story), I can tell you why my brother and I came out so radically different (womb size), how Kurt Vonnegut died (angry cigarette company agent induces heartattack because of his ranting about being promised cancer and not getting it) and a myriad of other wonderful tales. They're not especially long or really true, but they get me through the day.


-How Hugs Started
I like to put this one in Greek culture. Aside from the rampant homoerotic nature of their boys and hugs from behind they gave each other, there were an awful bunch of smart guys hanging out. They were in the Debate Club, hanging out feeding each other grapes and such, when one asked the question of how best to express your love. It was quickly agreed that sexual intercourse wasn't the way. Dying for love was contemptable in their eyes (as it was so irrational). The many sore men decided that to surrender the part of you which is most vunerable to the other person would show trust and honor and love for another person. They started touching heads to show each other how much they cared and loved each other. Right there in the Debate Club these old boys were rubbing their noggins' one each other. Then they struck upon the reciprocal part. It wasn't enough to just not smash their brains out when offered. It must be reciprocated. and so they touched their heads together. At that point the Asian guys in the corner scooted out (they were late for their tea ceremony). See bowing in Asian Culture. The debate continued though.

Obviously not all people revered their heads as the most important part of their body such as the Debate Club did. The discussion leaned towards the other revered body of Greece, their troops. And as the troops covered their heads (ah ha! said one side), the most important thing to protect was their chest. Thusly, the two schools of how to show love to each other came about. Some will bow their heads to each other, and others will meet their breasts. Handshaking is just ridiculous.