I used to hate my ears

I think everyone has that one physical part of themselves that they wish they could change when they were growing up. Granted, there is probably alot I can pick apart about myself looking back today...as in, I was a frickin skinny-ass guard-rail-thin awkward teenager. Freckle-faced, curly-haired, and the one attribute I hated the most.....BIG-EARED.

Looking back, I really don't know what the big deal was. Everyone has some part of themselves they would like to change...straighter nose, longer legs, a smaller waist size. But, I guess what made it a big deal as a teenager was the fact that when you're younger you have a tendency to exaggerate things (or at least I did). Meaning, that when I thought my ears were too big, I likened it to something along the lines of this:


That's what I imagined my ear-to-head size ratio to be.

The big ears come from my father's side. My grandpa had them, my dad has them, my sister has them. You could say that I thought my brother was the lucky one by not inheriting them.

All I can say is that I am glad I grew out of the superficiality I had going on in those days. Besides, my ears give me a great sense of balance...and I can cover them up with my hair, which is more than most people can do with the "parts" they don't like!

Song of the day: "Love Lost" The Temper Trap (because these guys were so fucking amazing in concert...song gets really cool around the 45 second mark)