At a business meeting recently, I ran into an ex-colleague I’d not seen in quite some time. Now, since last I saw her, I’ve let my hair grow quite a bit longer*. As I walked into the conference room, she looked at me, then immediately looked away as if I was a total stranger (eh…i’m used to that reaction from women…). Then followed that cartoon-like slow return look and eyes widening in recognition.
Ex-Colleague – GnuKid! I didn’t recognize you with your long hair.
GnuKid (rarely one to give a straight reply) – Well, I’ve gone feral.
Ex-Colleague – Huh? You mean like Will Ferrell?
GnuKid (gritting his teeth and trying not to say something overly sarcastic) – Uh…no.
Luckily, one of ex-colleague’s co-workers came to my rescue and gave her the definition. It was mostly right on to the definition found in our handy-dandy internet dictionary – –
FERAL: “having reverted to the wild state, as from domestication”.
I like feeling “Undomesticated”. Grrrrr…..
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*It’s winter. I’m not looking for that next promotion. I’m too lazy to go to the barbershop that often. I sort of like it long. And even better? A lady friend likes it long.**
**No, that’s not a euphemism…***
***…well, okay, maybe it is…****
****…or not…you decide for yourself…
The Wilds of Ohio 