You and I have been together for a while now. A long while. We can be honest with each other, can’t we?
A long while. We can be honest with each other, can’t we?
We can be honest with each other, can’t we?
I have always enjoyed introducing you to new people. Do you know some people have never even heard of you?! Perfect hair lined people who can pull back to the perfect ponytail. They can cut themselves some bangs whenever they freaking please.
Thank you for steering me away from bangs. I understand my need to appear like Zoe Deschanel is uncalled for, my yearning unnecessary. You’re right, I don’t have the doe eyes to pull it off.
Some people buy every lotion and potion striving for “volume” or “body” in their hair. Thank you for giving it to me for free. Day in, day out, Cowlick, that’s you, always giving.
Thank you for sticking by me when a teasing session moved onto gestures and my opponent licks their palm and rubs it across their forehead. I think they are highlighting how hard it is for them to be like me. The efforts they must go to. I should really tell them it will take more than just saliva! I woke up like this dammit!
Thank you for your name, Cowlick. I wonder how many hours I spent in my youth wondering when the hell I was close enough for a cow to lick me. I don’t really do animals.
Thank you for allowing me to pull an 80’s hairdo with just 4 minutes and a crimping iron. The amazing heights you can reach with a tease in the front and a scrunchie at the back.
We have always had a mutual understanding of each other. I respect you I really do. It was just that one time when I tried to change you.
You know what doesn’t go with a cowlick? A perm.
Thank you for deciding where my hair will part. There are so many options that I don’t need to burden myself with. You look after me.
Thank you for allowing me to calm you down but never allowing the straightening iron to dull your quirky attitude.
I know that the abnormal amount of extreme heat my face goes through blow-drying you out is just your way of training. You can tell that there may be a time where I will find myself trying to talk my way out of the burning gates of hell. Your prep work is appreciated.
Thank you for being the only genetically distinguishable feature that was passed down from me to my son. His forehead’s hairy vortex was the talking point for many.
I can’t say I value our time together but we are a bit like peas and carrots.
No, actually we are nothing like peas and carrots. You can buy those suckers separately. We are never apart.
Here’s to us Cowlick. May we grow old together. I am sure when it is time for those bastard greys to pop through you will be the first to start the trend!