Round and Round, and round and round...

The system of Perpetual Survivalist Change; I've been a long time advocate. The fundamental principle is simple; "Continued evolution brings one closer to perfection, continued change leaves nothing for hurt to cling to".

It was only a couple of weeks ago a good long-recent again friend called me on it. "...Always the chameleon."
Thing was, I didn't even realize it had started up again then, though now its quite clear it had. Wheels had begun to turn, thoughts had started to form and be thought. Why? Hurt, unhappiness, desire.

"Holy shit, What did you do?"

"Hi...new glasses, like them? uber euro."

In utter disbelief "What the fuck did you do to your hair?"

"Me? I didn't do anything to it."

"Holy shit."

"Like it that much?"

"No no...It's fantastic. It's... it's just a bit of a shock.., why?"

"Ya.. well. Just.... time for a change... I thought I'd finally made good on my threat."

"New glasses? Blue? You fucking faggit."

Of course, Chameleons Can't talk...
... "There's no rehearsal for RL" an advice nerd told me.
I just evolved to make the stumbling and bumbling incoherence funny.