So I wonder sometimes about this life. I got may hair cut today and I stood in front of the mirror when I got home and stared, for.... a while. The thought that came to me while doing this was, "Is this me?" I genuinely questioned the style of my hair to my identity. Is this hair cut in a response to who I am or a step towards who I want to be?
One of my friends the other day (who happens to be a guy) told me that I didn't have style until I started hanging out with him and his friends, who are now my friends. Did I really not have style or did I not have their style?
Finally, last week my parents found out about my nose piercing..... lets just say that they flipped. I did not get the piercing out of rebellion, or demise, I got it because I wanted it, had the money, and didn't think of it as a big deal. Well to my parents it was quite a BIG deal. In order to show them that it wasn't a big deal I immediately took it out, I figure if I were to put up a fight it made it a big deal. I did what they wanted not because they wanted me to but because I wanted to prove my point. I'm not sure if they understand that but that was my intent. And from all of this hullabaloo and rubbish I come to ask, do I even get to make any decisions in my own life? And if so, When?
