Can I just say, and I'm just being honest...

[J a c k]

I never have a mental feather duster handy when I need it.

Posh. I happen to know you probably have lots of feather dusters in that mindbrain.

CJIS - "more than a fairy tale"?  That's the tagline you seriously want to use for Vacation Bible School?

Oh I've been seeing those around too! First year as an atheist to notice them, and when one lady asked for a church Summer Bible Camp referral (Not even a request for a good or interesting one, just somewhere to ship off),  this is all I saw in my minds eye: 



I could think of a million billion better things those kids could do. I personally wouldn't let the safety of my child be put at risk like that--and plus, if you love your kids and love life, then love life with your kids! Kids get to do the funnest things.. and you can too if you just go with! 
*sorry for the rant, my Ex brother in law told my niece he didn't want to go to the zoo with her and her brother and his girlfriend/her baby..  because "He doesn't like the zoo". 
Some people don't deserve kids. #justsayin

CIJS threaten my dog with mace again, and next time I will bring my gun. The park belongs to everyone, and not just the little dogs.

Some people don't deserve dogs. #justsayin

Also.. one up her with a taser. Tell her if your dog gets sprayed then she gets tased.

Love you, sweet sweet bunny friend. CIJS? Thank you for being my friend these great few years. Out of the blue, I know, but you're great.

Muaww I love you too.   It's been my honor to know you and be your friend! You're one person in this world whom I would like to follow their story to the last chapters (imagining Ivy as an old lady, shrugs, "she'd still be hot" lmao "and my bestie")

Omg! I cry! Plus I'm drunk. Lol love you, honey bunny.

[Thumpalumpacus]

Posh. I happen to know you probably have lots of feather dusters in that mindbrain.




Oh I've been seeing those around too! First year as an atheist to notice them, and when one lady asked for a church Summer Bible Camp referral (Not even a request for a good or interesting one, just somewhere to ship off),  this is all I saw in my minds eye: 



I could think of a million billion better things those kids could do. I personally wouldn't let the safety of my child be put at risk like that--and plus, if you love your kids and love life, then love life with your kids! Kids get to do the funnest things.. and you can too if you just go with! 
*sorry for the rant, my Ex brother in law told my niece he didn't want to go to the zoo with her and her brother and his girlfriend/her baby..  because "He doesn't like the zoo". 
Some people don't deserve kids. #justsayin


Some people don't deserve dogs. #justsayin

Also.. one up her with a taser. Tell her if your dog gets sprayed then she gets tased.



Muaww I love you too.   It's been my honor to know you and be your friend! You're one person in this world whom I would like to follow their story to the last chapters (imagining Ivy as an old lady, shrugs, "she'd still be hot" lmao "and my bestie")

Omg! I cry! Plus I'm drunk. Lol love you, honey bunny.

I'd tell you two to get a room ... but then Brewer's head would explode.

[Edwardo Piet]

Both my heads would.

[Mystical]

CIJS

Whenever I see Hammy's avatar, it looks to me like a squirrel opening itself up and showing it's intestines?

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*cold water successfully doused. Muah ha ha hahahaaaaaaa!!! *evil Luckie laugh

[Edwardo Piet]

CIJS

Whenever I see Hammy's avatar, it looks to me like a squirrel opening itself up and showing it's intestines?

Intestines? I prefer the term "dangly bits". It sounds much more my style.

[Joods]

CIJS
For the first time since I've graduated, I'm feeling unsure of myself and my skills. Had a woman come in. Didn't know what she wanted or how she wanted her hair cut. I did my best to communicate with her and figure out what would be a good look for her. I asked her if she liked her cut. In the end she paid, left and then came back later to complain.

Really - if you don't know what you want and your stylist makes suggestions and you still aren't sure - fucking talk. Tell me what you aren't sure of. I can't read your mind and I can't make proper suggestions if you aren't willing to work with me on some level

Look. It's your hair. You have to live with it. You need to think about your level of activity, how much time you are willing to put into doing your hair and what you want the outcome to be. Long or short? Layers or not? If you ask us for suggestions, understand that you may get a suggestion you might not like. We consider your face shape, hair texture, density etc when throwing options on the table. This is what we were trained to do.

[pocaracas]

CIJS
For the first time since I've graduated, I'm feeling unsure of myself and my skills.

Don't be.
There will always be people like that, regardless of your skill level.
Just keep doing the best you know - which I hear is awesome - and you'll be fine.

Did your colleagues comment on that?

[brewer]

Time to give her the "Dick and Jane" book of hair styles and say "look, then point".

[The Valkyrie]

CIJS
For the first time since I've graduated, I'm feeling unsure of myself and my skills. Had a woman come in. Didn't know what she wanted or how she wanted her hair cut. I did my best to communicate with her and figure out what would be a good look for her. I asked her if she liked her cut. In the end she paid, left and then came back later to complain.

Really - if you don't know what you want and your stylist makes suggestions and you still aren't sure - fucking talk. Tell me what you aren't sure of. I can't read your mind and I can't make proper suggestions if you aren't willing to work with me on some level

Look. It's your hair. You have to live with it. You need to think about your level of activity, how much time you are willing to put into doing your hair and what you want the outcome to be. Long or short? Layers or not? If you ask us for suggestions, understand that you may get a suggestion you might not like. We consider your face shape, hair texture, density etc when throwing options on the table. This is what we were trained to do.

Keep a pair of electrodes handy so that if you get a difficult customer you can stick them to her head and your own and pretend that you're reading her mind.

When she inevitably gives you problems, say, "But I read your mind and that's what you wanted."  Or, "I got dead air (or white noise) so I went with what I thought you'd want."

[J a c k]

CIJS?
Sometimes I think I'm crazy. Not just in a funny way of saying it. No. I think perhaps I lost all sense of normalcy sometime in the last four years and I have learned to live in paranoia, fear, exhaustion, phases of carelessness, highs, lows, hiding, complying, actually having fun in the middle of it all, day dreaming of death, knowing I'd never do it, sabotage, guilt, pity, and wondering...
Maybe I'm exaggerating? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm seeing things. Maybe I'm harsh. Maybe I'm delusional. Then I see the evidence. Texts. People remembering. Pictures. I'm not exaggerating. Right? I have reasons to feel this way. But then... why doesn't it stop? Why don't I do something more to help myself? So, I'm a fool. An idiot. A crazy person who died four years ago and has been laughing at jokes, drinking a beer, enjoying flan, walking around slow motion. If you zoom in, there are shadows lingering. I'm waving and high fiving while in my bruised head I'm wondering... will my heart stop in the next minutes? Please? It won't, because I'm a strong but weak person. I fail in normal. Normal is not keen to me. I have nornalized the lack of commitment to joy. I'm a fraud. I laugh out loud at dinner like an emoji on a screen. It's not flesh. My heart skips a beat when something is beautiful, but it skips days and years because I'm a coward. A coward. A fucken coward.
I'll take my meds and continue my treatment, because I refuse to waste another decade. I'll see my psychiatrist, therapist and primary doctor, because they say I can get better. I'll keep getting help. But can I just say? I think they're not aware that I'm not just bruised. I'm dismembered. I'm shattered glass that will never forgive the cracks even with glue. No amount of paint will make this paper wall become concrete. Whatever.

Then I think maybe I'm not crazy... I'm just experiencing side effects. Stop, Jack. Just stop.