I miss my mohawk. Since I'm black, my hairr is kinky (moreso than most, actually) so in order to keep the mohawk look I used a pafro pick so it was nice and fluffly. I called it my 'Frohawk. 
My favorite thing to do with it was to braid it back in a series of small braids. I looked slightly reptillian.
I cut it off during a moment of depression when I wanted to hurt myself. Since I really liked my hair, it was the obvious choice. I've had cyclical depression since I was a little kid. I remember quite vividly my mother taking me to a psychologist. Of course the specific instance she took me there for I didn't remember at the time (stil don't) and told the man that, but he didn't believe me so I slowly shut down and started telling him blatant lies until my parents stopped taking me. In case anyone reading this wonders what it was that made my parents take me is I told my mom that I wanted to ride my bike in front of a car and that she should just send my toys and food to needy kids (hey, it's easy to be an altruist when you're planning on killing yourself). I said a lot of things like that when I was younger. I eventually learned to keep those things to myself. And yes, I was probably serious about that, but the street we lived on at the time had very little traffic.
On the whole, depression isn't so bad. You don't feel like you're really sad or anything. For the most part, when you're depressed, you just feel numb, hollow, empty. At the really low points you get a sinking feeling, like all of reality is a big pool of jello and you just sinking into it, through it, dissappearing into the void. Being depressed is like being dipped in a giant vat of pain, your body compensates by shutting off your pain receptors. It gives a person a real clear picture of reality. That's why I think depression leads to self-destructive behavior. Pain is critical to exsistance, and when you're depressed is when you trully exsist at the apex of consciousness. From that high point one looks down upon the world with clear eyes and sees the utter wothlessnes of it all. With that vision permeating one's thought, with the innate understanding of the worthlessness of even life itself, hedonistic indulgence, self-mutilation (more fun than it sounds), and suicide. "Blessed are the poor in spirit: for their's is the kingdom of heaven" Matthew 5;3. Yeshua was a very wise guy.
Speaking of which, I would like to point out the fact that the phrase "Conservative Christian" is an oxymoron. That is if you define a christian as one who follows the techings of Yeshua bin Yoseph, aka Jesus Christ,. Yeshua was a very liberal person (still is) who preached a social structure very similar to Communism or Socialism (that's right, Jesus was a damn commy bastard!). The things he said were extremely liberal, even by today's standard. He preached the equality of all, demanded infinite forgiveness, and forbade his followers from owning property of any sort. So of course they killed him.
Damn, I'm so far off from where I waned this journal to go.
Monkey.
My favorite thing to do with it was to braid it back in a series of small braids. I looked slightly reptillian.
I cut it off during a moment of depression when I wanted to hurt myself. Since I really liked my hair, it was the obvious choice. I've had cyclical depression since I was a little kid. I remember quite vividly my mother taking me to a psychologist. Of course the specific instance she took me there for I didn't remember at the time (stil don't) and told the man that, but he didn't believe me so I slowly shut down and started telling him blatant lies until my parents stopped taking me. In case anyone reading this wonders what it was that made my parents take me is I told my mom that I wanted to ride my bike in front of a car and that she should just send my toys and food to needy kids (hey, it's easy to be an altruist when you're planning on killing yourself). I said a lot of things like that when I was younger. I eventually learned to keep those things to myself. And yes, I was probably serious about that, but the street we lived on at the time had very little traffic.
On the whole, depression isn't so bad. You don't feel like you're really sad or anything. For the most part, when you're depressed, you just feel numb, hollow, empty. At the really low points you get a sinking feeling, like all of reality is a big pool of jello and you just sinking into it, through it, dissappearing into the void. Being depressed is like being dipped in a giant vat of pain, your body compensates by shutting off your pain receptors. It gives a person a real clear picture of reality. That's why I think depression leads to self-destructive behavior. Pain is critical to exsistance, and when you're depressed is when you trully exsist at the apex of consciousness. From that high point one looks down upon the world with clear eyes and sees the utter wothlessnes of it all. With that vision permeating one's thought, with the innate understanding of the worthlessness of even life itself, hedonistic indulgence, self-mutilation (more fun than it sounds), and suicide. "Blessed are the poor in spirit: for their's is the kingdom of heaven" Matthew 5;3. Yeshua was a very wise guy.
Speaking of which, I would like to point out the fact that the phrase "Conservative Christian" is an oxymoron. That is if you define a christian as one who follows the techings of Yeshua bin Yoseph, aka Jesus Christ,. Yeshua was a very liberal person (still is) who preached a social structure very similar to Communism or Socialism (that's right, Jesus was a damn commy bastard!). The things he said were extremely liberal, even by today's standard. He preached the equality of all, demanded infinite forgiveness, and forbade his followers from owning property of any sort. So of course they killed him.
Damn, I'm so far off from where I waned this journal to go.
Monkey.