I'm Bram. I often reblog things that I find funny, or artsy. I'll share stuff from my favourite shows or movies. I'm Canadian. I will call you a peach if you're good. The world is made for peaches like me and you and let's keep it that way. Also, I'm starting to write so there may be a bit of that.
today i got a haircut.
and the guy asked me how i want my hair.
*1 minute pause*
i’ve never thought about that.
when you’ve gone to the same hair guy for more than 5 years, he just kinda knows you.
no words, just instant cutting from memory.
the human equivalent to memory foam
It’s an old guy too, but I felt a special connection with this old guy.
Firstly we share the same birthday.
Why do you want a young guy cutting your hair anyway? I’ve seen young people’s hair these days, and brother i gahTaTellYa.
So i says I was sitting in the chair, with no idea what to tell him how to do my hair.
Hair is very practical to me. I don’t often style it, but I also wouldn’t want it to make me look like an idiot. If I’m paying cold hard cash to get my haircut, I better get some satisfaction.
This young guy, is like “well, bro, for you I’ll just use the clippers”
30 minutes in I realized that the clippers were ineffective at basic hair removal
Gives him more time for awkward barber talk.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I politely answer "not at this time". I don’t think I would answer yes if I did have a girlfriend.
about how our age # keeps getting higher and we will never know what its like to be 18/17/16/15 again. Dark thoughts are passing through about how that time is gone and won’t ever come back. Things are getting more real. I’m not being present in the moment, of what I have now. I want to have more, but at the same time I don’t (?), and I don’t think I can. As the days pass, we keep ticking off the time, having experiences but not necessarily gaining from it. I would like everything to be a memorable, life-changing experience. But it’s just that. We keep ticking forward at an accelerating rate, I have to wonder where that train will end. What are adults? Is starting a family as early as possible the only thing to do? Am I happy with being alone? Still looking at the clock. I set it 4 minutes ahead. I look at pictures from over 10 years ago and see smiling faces that don’t exist anymore. They’re either replaced with resentment or distant memory. Time is a fascinating but scary thing.