My hair is quite frankly annoying. I too have a colic, but mine is closer to the center of my head. I absolutely hate it. Growing up I was always self conscious of how I looked because of my nasty, mean, brother who bullied me into thinking I wasn’t good enough. No. I shouldn’t say bully. Perhaps, motivated me to change? I don’t really know. Anyways, I have learned to cope with my brown, thick, mushroom growing head hair with many different hair products and hair styles. I guess it is better than being bald and I am thankful for that when I am older, my thick hair will thin and I’ll at least continue those long, sudden haircuts that my mother forced me to get before tennis matches or soccer games. I’m glad I have hair, my hair, specifically. It is one of the subtle teachers in my life that has taught me that even in some of the worst things, there are good, and that I have less to worry about than others. For that, I am gracious... Plus, Olivia likes my hair.
Olivia is cute. Wait, no. That's an understatement. She is adorable. She is sometimes a little goofy with the way she throws her hands around in a panic fluster, but she means no harm. Dexter is quite adorable with his soft dark fur, and he too is a little goofy being a ferret and all. He has these dainty little claws that seem to cling to your skin. But he means no harm. I love them both in their own goofy ways and both make me a little happier each time I see them. With Dexter I feel like it's the joy you get from seeing a baby giggle, but with Liv it's more of a mature feeling. Olivia is my best friend, but Dexter is like that annoying little brother that I so happen to be. So, to some people he is annoying but to me he just wants that attention and that love he is sometimes neglected from those older and bigger than him. This means he always wants attention. But then again, doesn’t Liv? I mean, she does always try to jump into my area of vision or when she doesn't, she just happened to be there. I love them both, no matter how much they pester or bother me because I know, at least with my girl, Olivia, I give plenty in return... But in a cute way, like Dexter. They both make me very happy, and Liv in particular is a reason I am thankful to live the life I do. But why can’t everyone be happy?
I am not one to deny the simplistic desire I and everyone has; to compete, to be the best. But for me, it is a different level and kind of competition which creates a really grand struggle. I want to be the best. Who doesn’t? But the dilemma is that in order to be the best, you often have to sacrifice many things: time, happiness, and pain just to name a couple of them. Sometimes, you even have to rise above others and then what you are trying to accomplish is unenjoyable because, for me, you don’t ever want to put someone down for not being able to accomplish one thing. In a perfect world, we’d all be able to do the same things. But that's not the case. One thing we can all do, toothless or not, is smile. There is good in everything. I think that this is something everyone overlooks because we get so nit picky on certain details that when they go the opposite way we’d like, we can only see that sadness and failure. We get tunnel vision. But in everything, there is always a joke or some laughter and along comes a tool just making its way into society and one I hope to become a more common thing: a smile. Perhaps, despite income or political stand points, being the best is making people smile because that way I will be at ease with my place in society, and at calm within my own mind and soul.