Hairy
This is a blog challenge from my wife. She has chosen the title "Hairy". I think she's being a bit vindictive about my initial challenge. Whatever.
Soon as "Hairy" flowed from her lips I was transported back to 1970. My Dad used to sing this song to me and my brothers.
Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear - Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair - Fuzzy wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy,was he ?
At 41 I don't have the hair that I used to but that really doesn't bug me. I was once asked by a young lady in my youth group if it bothered me to lose my hair. She had some issues with me losing my hair for some odd reason. I replied that I was more concerned about losing my mind than my hair. She laughed. But I was serious. Losing my hair is the least of my problems .
But now I have a hair issue that does concern me .And I think there may be a demonic component to it. So I don't care about losing my hair . This scores one for the good guys against the vanity team. But can Evil take a loss like a good sport . Nooooooooo. Satan and his minions aren't satisfied when eminent baldness does not pre-occupy the pursued victim. Guess what they do now . Ironic consequence! They make it so hair grows in every place that it is not supposed to .
OK , baldness didn't get to me but this does . I am using depillitation (dehairifying) techniques that are unspeakable. You don't even want to know where. My eyebrows, if left to their own devices for more than a few days will take over my whole forehead. The ears make me emotional if I try to describe them so I won't.
Good thing I'm a Christian and see myself through the eyes of a Loving father and not my own .If I was to weigh God's love for me by having the correct amount of hair in the correct places I wouldn't think God loved me very much right now.
But my perception of myself is too easily twisted by vanity . That's what's great about Jesus . He doesn't care about that stuff . Stinky, hairy, chubby, stuttering, short, whatever--JESUS LOVES ME. HE JUST PLAIN LOVES ME .
It makes turning into a werewolf a whole lot easier.
Go big (and could you please buy me some Nair tm while you're out)
posted by Father Rich at 10:00 PM
8 Comments:
Ugh. I believe you have won round one.
One word. Tweezerman.
No, seriously. We love you and God loves you, no matter how "Hairy" you are...or where.
You hide it well. My poor brother has taken to using clippers a la Malcolm in the Middle father style, on top of the head and elsewhere. Nothing like being the wolly man-moth.
You're not losing the hair on your head.... it's just migrating. ;)
I second Carsten's reponse...
can't we just go back to the time when men didn't care about hair on their bodies--or at least didn't care out-loud?
OK just to be clear, that picture is not a picture of Rich. He does not have that type of a hair problem. Mostly it's the eyebrows. Please do not be afraid of him, and please still invite him to your pool party.
Man, I lost my hair a long time ago. The good thing about be a black man is that we can still look fly (well, some of us can).
But you might want to do something before you turn into Chubaka. LOL
Great Blog.
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