Man Buns And Bike Shorts

Another collection of man buns (and other hair-dos), which I love, by the way.

CLICK THE IMAGE FOR FULLER, MORE LUSTROUS HAIR.

Speaking of man buns
While I was on a great walk Wednesday, a bicyclist passed me by. Well, many bicyclists passed me by, but this one screamed for attention. He was wearing padded, white Lycra cycling shorts.

I didn’t find his rear-end at all attractive, but I found it especially less so shining pinkly through his old and worn-out shorts. The image was further enhanced by the broad streak of sweat (I hope it was sweat???) running down the crack of his ass. I was unable to whip out my camera quickly enough to get a photo. So… you’re welcome!

MY MOCK-UP:
MUCH MORE ATTRACTIVE. BELIEVE ME!

And another thing I saw on my walk…
AGAIN… YOU’RE WELCOME!

There’s A Hole In The Sky

As most of you know, I live with clinical depression. I do what I can to keep the dark days — and nights — at bay. Medication helps, but needs to be adjusted over time. Without medication, I couldn’t survive. And sometimes I feel like I have to justify that to others.

“Oh, just change your attitude,” they’ll say.

“I just pull myself by my bootstraps and put a smile on my face,” some tell me.

“Just spend more time at the gym.”

Sorry, it doesn’t work that way. Attitude helps. A smile helps. Exercise helps. But they don’t cure clinical depression.

With the help of San Geraldo, I manage to keep the worst bouts from returning, simply by being aware and getting help when I/we see the patterns returning. What returns are the voices in my head. They tell me I’m not good enough (for what, I don’t know). I’m not handsome enough (for my life as a fashion model?), I’m not smart enough, kind enough, rich enough, confident enough, talented enough, humble enough.

On my good days, none of that even matters.

On my bad days, I’m simply not enough.

Lately, I’m not finding myself interesting enough, which explains my recent dearth of blog posts.

But, finally, rather than trying vainly to be enough for you (OK, for myself), I figured it was time to just tell you what’s been going on in my head.

The walks have helped. Usually about 11 km (8 miles) in 2-1/2 to 3 hours, with a day off between. Monday, it’s back to the gym. Really. No excuses.

This is what I saw on the walk home Friday…

And I wanna fly, too…