Goodbye 2015, Hello 2016..... and Stuff

Every year I have done this end of year recap. And every year I don't really care for it. So this year I'm not going to do it. 2015 wasn't like any other year. 2015 was a year of radical change and growth. And to top it off, this year will be the first time in years where I don't celebrate New Year at Joe and Randi's. The tradition has been broken. So I will break tradition by not writing the recap. I will write this short post about not writing the recap and call it good. So much has happened this year that writing a summary recap would be insulting. 

So there you have it. 

I'm not doing a recap. 

But I did manage to write on New Years Eve in here. That's at least one tradition I didn't break. 

Hair Like Joe Namath

It's that one time a year where I let my hair grow out a little. This year, it's driving me fucking crazy. It's uneven and I feel like a child. I feel like I should have a hat with a propeller on it at this point. For years, I've always thought of my long curly hair as a good sign of youth. As if it somehow made me look cool and free, when I'm actually kind of lame and boring. It was a good disguise. In my mind, my hair is the cool and rebellious hair of Joe Namath of the 60's and 70's. Long flowing hairy that commands a sense of awe and begrudging respect. Hair that reminds you of youth and fun.

Instead, if the wind catches my hair, I look like a dog that just got out of the bath on a windy day.

Which makes me feel grungy and stupid. Lately I feel like a lot of the patients and people I see treat me as if I'm at least 15 years younger. For most people that's a good thing. It's not as great at work. It's only a matter of time before I start wearing the propeller hat at work. 

If I'm ever caught wearing one, I am asking/begging someone to hit me in the nuts so hard that reproduction would become virtually impossible or too painful to attempt. It's really for the good of the human race that I don't reproduce if I'm wearing this. 

Anywho, it's not important. Joe Namath was sort of a douche anyway and not that great of a quarterback. But that hair was legendary. 

Mine is turning into a dried up quilt of lint from an abandoned dryer. 

(I know what you're thinking: Did I really just read another post about hair and hats and other pointless shit? Yep. You sure did. This blog has hit new lows.)