Breaking up with the parents.

I want to break up with my parents.

"Its not you, its me."

I am a wretched son. And I know this. Which is why I think it would be better for my parents if I broke up with them. I don't think they should spend their twilight years worrying about me. Seems like an incredible waste of time.

No, I am not suicidal. Far from it. I still have alot of life to lead, and I look forward to it.

I just think my folks would be better off with out me.

Hairstyles.

So, as of late, I've been shaving my head weekly. I haven't been shaving it smooth, but I've been buzzing it with a clipper. No guard.

Now, I admit, as the Chicago winter enters full swing, this is not the best haircut to have. The wind is my enemy, and a couple times I have wondered if my ears were going to fall off. Granted, this could be easily alleviated by a hat or ear muffs, however, I think I've adequately demonstrated that I am not that smart.

I'm not sure what I like so much about having a shaved head. I'll be honest, I'm sure it has to do with the face that having less hair makes my face look skinnier. Or maybe I enjoy looking like Uncle Fester while harboring delusion that maybe I look like a younger Korean Bruce Willis. Or, I am secretly self concious about the amount of white hair I have.

Anyway, its been much easier to not have hair. But Yoojin, I promise to have some hair at your wedding.