Stupid

So today I went to an open house where a local band was playing. They play punk rock, and it's a local band that I enjoy, even if I don't enjoy punk rock all that much. Sure, I enjoy Green Day (who I thought was Alternative rock for awhile) and Sum 41, I think they're pretty good. The band is called Powerout, and I enjoy them quite a lot. If I can find a way to post their music, maybe I'll do it.

Anyway, while I was listening to them, something that is often done at any kind of rock music is the art of head banging. For those who may not know what this is (I hope there is not one of you out there who doesn't know what that is), this is when the power of rock is so powerful, when the notes fly out and hit you in the face, your head flies back.

However, letting your body and mind just succumb to the powers that be is something that is contradictory to the message of rock. So, even if you don't consciously mean to, your body will go, "Don't you dare let this control you. Fight back". Then your head follows through and fights back. Your neck flies forward and smacks rock in the face giving it a big middle finger. Then just as the salmon swims down the streams at birth and up the waterfalls to breed and lay eggs every year and just as Apple comes out with a new i_____ that's just a smaller version of whatever they made five months ago with a larger memory and possibly a camera, the process repeats.

Why bring this up? Why is this titled the way it is? Well I'll tell you. I have long, thick, black Asian hair. It's coarse and straight. The way it grows, if nothing is done to it, makes me look like an Asian woman. Being I am a male, I do not enjoy looking like an Asian woman, so I'll put a little bit of gel in it and it makes it spiky so my hair looks like a cliche anime character. Most people compliment me on my hair more when it looks like an anime character's hair.

So you know when you look at such a characters hair and you might sometimes find yourself thinking, "Wow, how ridiculously spiky. They could kill someone with it". Well today, while I was headbanging, my hair repeatedly flew forward and proceeded to stab its own master, aka me, in the eyes. I never thought I'd see the day where my own hair was able to stab my own eyes. It was...well, as the title says, stupid.