I been thinking…
While driving in the car, Natty pointed out that MB. Jr. would soon fall asleep, as he had started to play in his hair in earnest. He always does it. He grasps a forelock between his thumb, his index finger, and the one beside it and he twirls it around and around, until it stands up in a little tuft. He does it even more when hes getting sleepy.
I started thinking about it and you know what? Its pretty bloody fascinating! You see, Natty also twists her hair. A lot! Sometimes in the night, I am sitting here blogging and she starts watching Cops or the history channel or something else that she can sink her teeth into, and when she gets deep into it, she starts to play in her hair… Sometimes she plaits it so much that she looks kind of like Whoopi Goldberg, with a headful of thick, ropy locks…
But wait! It doesn’t stop there. One of her brothers and her sister also play around in their hair a lot. Its like a family trait or something! And now its been passed down the line to our son! I wonder if you agree with me. Not only our looks and our bodytypes seem to get passed along in our genes. It seems to me that even mannerisms are able to be passed to our descendants through the coded strands of information that make us what we are! Some might think this hair twirling thing is a learned habit, but MB. Jr. started doing it when he was so young that I doubt that.
There is a certain order to all this thats simply astounding to me. The looks, the mannerisms. Then also, we as parents try to impart values. There is a whole system at work here, chugging along quietly in the background, unnoticed, and when you stop to think about it, its just awesome! Some advance the theory that the Earth and all life on it began with some kind of explosion, some “big bang”… Somehow, an atom was formed in the combination of gases, heat, and light. Life, they would have us believe, was a random occurrence. I think you should look at what is going on around you! I mean, just look at it! I think that nothing so orderly could result from such a random event. Asking me to believe that is a much more difficult thing to accept than is the idea of a single supreme being orchestrating things. I just can’t fathom all this occurring as a result of some explosion millions of years ago. Its almost laughable. What do you think?
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When my hair was longer, I did the same thing. But, the ultimate is when someone else is playing with it. I bliss out!
it’s something i do when bored or waiting — at a stoplight for instance. and i am better now, i used to pick through it and find the really kinky hairs, and yank them out to run them between my fingers some more (i have really weird hair). i made myself stop plucking when i spotted bald spots.
but yeah, my hand’s in my hair all the time.
As a person who had a very heavy scientific background to my education, I used to ascribe some value to the “Big Bang” theory. But, as I matured, I think I put more emphasis on the work of a supreme being as you have suggested.
We all get genes as well as mannersims from our forefathers. We are indeed moulded to look and behave like them. I agree with you dude! (P.S. Thank God, Natty has some decent looking genes, cause, if it wasn’t for her, poor MBJr. would be salt my yute!!! ) Sorry bredren, I could not resist. I guess I’ve done my evil deed for the day! Respec!)
We are indeed carbon copies of our forefathers - the things they say, do, the way they look, the way they behave - look out for more of your own traits in him Mad Bull - if they haven’t come out yet, they are surely coming to come!
By the way, I do know that Natty plaits and plays with her hair - I didn’t know it was a family thing for her though - the nut doesn’t fall too far from the tree! Is that how the saying goes? Please correct me if I’m wrong!
I would like to pause for a moment to register my huge exception to the rather deranged commentary of Dr. D! The genes of the Macs are legendary for both physical and inner beauty! Hmmph!
Oops, Seven, seems I’ve squashed a toe. Anyhow, you know me only too well. As we used to say in my Spanish class back in high school….un chiste (a joke). Never mind. I have no friends who are ugly (physically or spiritually). After all, in all the years I have been a bredren to Mad Bull, some of my good qualities must have rubbed off on him, nuh true my yute??? There I go again!
Seven, don’t allow Doctor D’s prattle to work you up. Mind your pressure. Everyone knows that empty vessels make the most noise