Interesting what a barber can say to you and leave you troubled for the day. But you’re only troubled by it because it’s true, and that you’re already troubled by it anyway, only that it takes someone to word it out, even unintentionally, for it to latch on and spread out like blight. At the end of the day, it’s a disease.

A mental structure is like a bricolage, built with salvaged scraps and scattered bits of separate thoughts, and it unless these thoughts are of strong material, it doesn’t take much for it to crumble. A breeze, a prod can bring it down. Sometimes, the words of a barber.

The rest is kind of what you do with it. Face the truth, and walk away with a briefcase and ready to make a move, or pick up the pieces and start rebuilding the next whimsical structure?

But you know, the road ahead is tough. Sometimes it’s easier to rebuild, and stay holed again.