I'm re-evaluating my current hairstyle. No, this is not out of any newly acquired fashion sense, but more due to image-mismatch reasons. I've never had a hair style - I've just had hair PERIOD. But leaving my hair as it is has of late become a slight problem. It apparently is a very misleading signpost.

So, a snippet from a portland street car experience. As I sat in there day dreaming, a young punk girl came and sat next to me. With all dyed hair and multiple ear peircings, she looks about 17 or 16. Hardly the type to skip a window seat to sit next to me. And then the conversation follows.

punk chic: what's up ? (*chin up*)
me: uh... just ... *mumble* ... stuff

punk chic: got any cigarettes ? can I lift a smoke ?
me: sorry, I don't have any. I don't smoke.

she: Oh, you don't smoke *tobacco* ?

And this is not the first time this has happened. Maybe the time is ripe for yet another transformation ?

posted at: 12:03 | path: /me | permalink | Tags: public, me, hair