Well, all I'm saying- is that you can stand to lose perfection for a bit.
It's just a haircut.
Hair is always growing.
She'd go back to having the hairstyle you like eventually, and if you're so impatient that you can't look aside, then it just seems a little petty.
Especially if you're supposed to be with her. What if she gets a haircut of her own volition?
Ahh- feeling the blues as they say.
These woods are quiet enough for that.
Good quiet introspection awaits the one who feels comfortable alone.
I know I do.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWell? What are you going to do at that point? Say no to her?
Different coats tailored for different people. Not everything works on everyone as they say.
For my problems, I took a few years to quietly reflect upon myself.
I was almost a shut-in bar a few of my peers.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postSome things you get used to.
And honestly, I've mostly felt alone in the world... but that's neither here nor there.
I have a gift few others have. A rare one.
Then I have no reason to complain. -shrugs, and goes into folding his arms-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI have, in my genetics, the eyes of an Oracle.
I am, under certain conditions, able to see all possible futures.
The strands of time extend outwards from my feet like a web of possibilities, diverging with every choice and decision made- all of it like a complicated maze of will be's and won't be's.
The web always grows ever larger, looking out into the distance.
It is like standing in your own strand of that moment... looking out into a cone that grows ever wider, the farther it is from you. Until there is only a horizon of a multitude of futures that you cannot see yet.
She seems pretty crazy. So she might.
If she does, I'll buy you a beer to ease the pain and help you forget because it's probably torture.
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1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIt is- until you learn how to manipulate it like I have.
I am able to look upon the strands like a magnifying glass- to see what decisions cause certain divergences.
What happens before it happens.
And then- I have this. -he takes out a knife- I described time- as if it is a web.
Then think to yourself- how easy it is to cut away at a spider's web.
If I see a future that spells tragedy... -he swipes it a little, making the sound of the air being cut-
Well- I'll see you around, I guess. -Rayko stays in the basement-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

I'm not chasing perfection, I'm protecting it from creepy movie directors.
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!