Actually, working no office job has its disadvantages. There’s a lot of boredom, and nowadays when I get bored, I get adventurous.
And so this is the ultimate guide on how to change your look, and not give a shit what others think of you…
Cause this is one of the things that happens when you gain confidence in yourself. You’re willing to MAYBE look ridiculous, for the added benefit of looking pretty fucken awesome too.
But a lot of people have a hard time deviating from what they’re used to with their appearance. They’re scared to be at all different from what they themselves are used to.
Lord knows I used to be one of them (don’t tell anyone else).
When I Was Younger…
…I would have never allowed myself out in public unless I looked a very specific way – however I EXPECTED myself to look. Whatever was NORMAL to me.
It sounds so stupid. But I just couldn’t.
I remember skipping classes cause of a pimple or something, canceling a date cause I hadn’t had the time to change or shave so that I’d look just how she remembered me, REFUSING to go out with my friends cause my cooler clothes were dirty and I only had the old-ass pants or shirt I never wore anymore, though they fit just fine.
Ever been like that?
Ever thought that something different or new just wasn’t okay? That you had a certain image of yourself and that you couldn’t allow anyone to see you when your current appearance didn’t match that image?
Well, Then, Lookey Here…
Ever met someone who just looked so damn awesome you couldn’t help but be totally jeals? That’s what I’m going for here. Pretty much everyone, I’m told, wishes they had my various sick-ass hair stylings. I’ve gotten letters from Jeter, Bieber, the Pope – everyone – just trying to get in on this level of legitness.
I give what help I can, of course. But it’s hard.
The picture on the left is the usual me, and the oldest. Shaved head. A little stubble. I’ve been rocking that for a year or two now, keeping the hair at about those lengths. It’s my standard-rate pretty much cause its easy to maintain and I heart it.
The picture in the middle is me 2 weeks ago, though. Turns out…sitting around an apartment all day just writing or researching stuff isn’t all that exciting, and sometimes, in fact, it gets pretty damn boring.
So I cut myself a sick Hawk. Because,well…just because.
I called it Hawk Week, and anyone out there who’s had one knows that it’s absolutely the most awesome time of your life. You feel pretty much superhuman, like you could lift cars and push over trees. Actually, you can’t though, and my back’s tore up pretty bad from it, but whatever…
The picture on the right, though, is me as of now. The Hawk grew out and I didn’t wanna spend the time to maintain it so I just evened it out, and grew this beard instead.
Thing is…I’ve NEVER had a beard in my life. I normally maintain a good stubble instead, but there I am, pretty much more beard than man. I mean, I look like a freaking bear. And while that may not be a ton of beard to others, it’s more beard than I know what to do with, and definitely more than I would have normally felt comfortable with. But now I put myself to sleep at night just gently stroking my cheeks, cause I just love it so much.
Who knows what’s next up for my face, though. I’d take suggestions. But right now I’m thinking that maybe I grow out a sweet 80s porn-stache or something. Actually, that’s it for sure.
But Why?
Why would I do this? And how?
How can I go out with such a sick Hawk, or with a beard that looks like I’m the bastard child of a man and a bear?
These things probably seem very small to you. But to me, they’re very different. And that’s all that matters. You yourself probably have very similar things you’re picky about and strict about.
Some girls refuse to cut the length of their hair. Some refuse to go out without make up. Some would never be seen in sweats in a place where cute guys might be or whatever.
Some dudes “need” to gel their hair. Or have the freshest haircut. Or wear cologne. Or whatever other stupid things.
But I change how I look because I DON’T GIVE A SHIT!
Not like I’m a homeless dude.
But I just DON’T care.
I do WHAT I want. And look HOW I want.
Because I can.
Because it’s an adventure and I think its hilarious.
Because I know that the hair on my face, or the hair on my head doesn’t affect what people think of me or the opinions they hold of me. I’m fun either way. I’m awesome either way.
And they wouldn’t know what I normally look like ANYWAY, so who cares?
The Old Way SUCKED!
When you have NO confidence in yourself you think someone’s always looking, that someone always cares, that someone’s always JUDGING.
That’s the world you live in.
That’s the shit that runs through your mind constantly, as you walk down the street in your odd new look.
You think that no one will like you or think you’re cute unless you look exactly as you NORMALLY intend to. And so you feel trapped and self-conscious. Like I did.
You’re biggest fear, then, is that people will SEE you.
But when you have confidence, you stop caring about their acceptance of you, and care only about YOUR self – the fun you’re having, how awesome YOU look, how much cooler you are than them ANYWAY.
Whether it’s true or not. Whether you’re absolutely delusional or not.
It doesn’t matter.
I have the time of my life going out looking like this. I had girls stroking my Hawk. I told em the Hawk would make their hearts soar (I’m laughing just remembering that, I mean…seriously, wtf?).
With the beard I told em I’m prepping for an off-Broadway role as the Unabomber, or that it was my last night in society and I was going to the forest to live on berries and my wits.
They just laugh.
Cause it doesn’t matter.
Because people only give a shit so much as YOU give a shit.
When you think you’re awesome, and have a great time, they’re likely to have a great time too, and think you’re awesome too.
So chop your hair and find out. Get some weird-ass look and go out.
Find out that the only one horrified at how you look…is You.
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Ever Looked Weird as Fuck and Had Fun Anyway? Ever been too self-conscious? Or are you the adventurous kind (aka cool kind)? Tell your horrifying or hilarious stories below! Share and leave a comment! Thanks!
