I like to think I’m a tolerant person. I don’t judge people by the way they look (much). After all I am a bit of a freak myself. I can assure you there are not many heavily tattooed, female, 48 year old, in training library technicians out there. People have been judging me by the way I look for years.
However, to me, there is just something really wrong about a man wearing his hair in a high bun. Man with long hair – ok, man with pony tail – ok, man with plait – ok, man with Heidi Klum bun – wrong.
Since my father died and I saw his body after he died and I had a punch in the face moment where I realised that your looks and your body have nothing to do with your spirit or personality I have been even more accepting of people. Every time I’m walking down the street and I see someone wearing something really……ummmm…. unusual, I say to myself – but I bet they have a really beautiful soul.
But seeing a man wearing a high bun today has really pushed my limits. I saw him this morning when I was walking into the TAFE carpark and at first I thought he was a masculine woman. Not even an overly masculine woman. He was tall and slim, but manly, with a high bun. Nicely rounded. A neat high rounded bun. I’m thinking he may have had doughnut hairpiece assistance.
So when I got closer to the bun he turned around and he had a goatee. So unless he was a bearded lady I had to accept that it was a man.
Lol, I’m sure it’s prefectly normal and just some hang up of mine but I just found it to be really weird.