Gifts And Shampoo

As I write this, it is officially my birthday. I am 26 and as such, do not expect to get presents, pretty much after your 21st birthday, presents are a rarity. Not that they aren't appreciated by the few who give them, but most of the time, any birthday after your 21st, the celebration and the gathering of friends is the gift. After all, when life gets hectic for everyone, finding time to all share in good times and great company truly is a gift.

If anything, the best gift on my birthday is going to a good friend of mine. She finally gets to get out of this town and go chase down her own happiness over in Chicago. It is bittersweet for me, I will miss her company, but I know it will be great for her and I am certain we will still talk. Chicago is a big city, full of opportunity and I honestly don't know if it is ready for her, but she is a comin' and I highly recommend that whatever it is she is looking for out there just come out and surrender, because she will find you and possibly beat you into submission.

All joking aside, I am really proud of you and very happy for you, I know you will absolutely love Chicago.

Getting back on the subject of birthdays, I very much thought about being a child today, but it wasn't at all because of my birthday. I was showering, as I do every morning and all was going as it normally does. Washing myself, enjoying the hot water, staring directly into the shower head as it blasted water on me in an effort to wake me further. The problem came when washing my hair and I honestly do not know how it happened. For the first time since I was a young kid, I got shampoo in my eye! Now I'm talking talking a little bit, the kind of think you can just brush off like a man, no I am talking full on soap to eye contact. The kind of thing that sends lesser men to their knees.

I remained upright and steadfast, but I had forgotten how much that hurts! It was truly awful and I couldn't help but think, most things we remember from childhood are either exaggerated or disappointing when we relive them as adults. Old cartoons, childhood stories, the list of things that truly stand the test of time is a small list indeed. However, shampoo in the eye is now on that list. It is exactly how I remembered it as a kid. It sucks and I hate it.

I hope to go at least another decade of birthdays before having another shampoo to eye incident, but all I can truly do is be careful and take proper hair washing precautions, leaving it up to chance would be downright foolish.

On the same note, I hope it is far less time than that before I see my friend thriving in Chicago. My advice to you is simple, stick to your guns and be careful when washing your hair.