fantasticaaron

When I was a kid, like 4 or 5, I would always get in my dad's chair and make him read me this bi-weekly farm magazine that he got in the mail. There was something about when i was a kid, I happend to love farm equiptment of different styles...and Mac trucks too, for some reason. In retrospect, I think it's because these things were readily avilable to me in the sense that they were in every magazine or publication I seemed to pick up, due to my dad's occupation/hobbies. Anyways, I always made him read me articles about tractors and such. Honestly, he could have been reading me the blueprints for the god damn death star because it did not matter what he was reading me, what mattered was the fact that he was reading this to me. I'd sit there and look at the pictures of these grand machines, and picture them working away in fields. This was never much of a stretch of my imagination seeing as how I grew up around farms and, even by this age, had seen more different machines in action than some people would get to see in thier life. There was one thing though that, at the time, drove me nuts. My dad would always tease me by rubbing his cheek against my face. For some reason my dad was never 100% clean shaven, always with stubble at the least. It drove me nuts at the time, the same way that girl scout treats would drive the cookie monster to hights of insanity. This is one of those forgotten memories, one that only manifests itself when you come to a realization. My beard is incredibly thick now. I have not shaved my face since October. For those of you on here who know me in person, you know how I look and know that some people who perhaps have not known me for too long associate me with my current look. To some people, I am lovingly reffered to as "Zaius" after the Planet of the Apes doctor. It occured to me only today that one of the reasons i keep my face like this, knowingly or not, is the fact that as much as I loved my fathers facial growth, it's stubbely, almost sandpaper-like feel, drove me insane. Hence, my facial stature is, and almost always has at least tried to be, a combination of his facial hair, but also being soft, or at least not as harsh as my fathers face was when I was a kid and felt like my face was nothing more than a block of cheese beign run across a grater. It's amazing to stop and realize why some of the smallest things about you are. We are shaped in our everyday lives by things that happend at an age when we did not know better and by things that we, nor whoever else might have been involved, even realized matterd that day, much less on someones entire exsistance.


To say the least, today has been an odd day. I love you all, and I hope you might keep people you don't know, and might never know, in mind, because who knows what they might have done to make your life more enjoyable.