By Tom Harnett
Listen, It’s never easy being a ginger. I’ve accepted the restricted life I will have to live because of my unfortunate condition. I’ll never be able to be a Middle School teacher because I wouldn’t be able to teach over the students yelling that I don’t have a soul. I will never be able to live in a Tropical climate because the sun is too prominent. I’ll never be able to talk to another ginger without people assuming we are siblings. I have accepted these things. What I cannot accept is the fact that I look like Tintin when I’m clean shaven.
To the people that will surely take this as a slight to the semi-popular star of the line of children’s books, I mean no insult. The fact is that I would normally enjoy looking like the star of a movie which has a 75 percent on Rotten Tomatoes and which grossed $77 million domestically. It’s just the fact that I am 20 years old. I should be maturing both mentally and physically, and I don’t want to look like a 13 year old cartoon boy.
Again, I have the utmost respect for Tintin. I would like to make that clear. I just don’t think my love life will exactly flourish when girls see a picture of me and the cartoon youngster side by side. And for that reason, I have decided to grow a beard. It’s not only a beard, it’s a journey that I hope will take me to exciting places around the world where I can meet and help new people. I can go on adventures and accomplish tasks across the earth!
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