My temporary look

I was thinking how interesting it is that I do not remember what I look like, but I would recognize myself.

That thought amused me for a while then faded into something more substantial. I started thinking about how it doesn't matter if I cannot remember how I look because it is only temporary and superficial anyway. All I did was just snip my bangs, and changed everything. How much is easily changed and what is changed that I have not thought about. I recall a time I was in love with a guy, or thought I was until he got a hair cut, and I freaked out. I didn't like him any more, but it occurred to me like this:I obviously didn't love him if something so temporary mattered to me. Love must be something more than appearance that could so easily be changed. It must be something at a person's core that could not change and that would be as addictive to me. I decided being attractive was not worth falling in love with, but I went too far and I still haven't figured out what doesn't change so now I think it is a matter of finding a composite attractive that you can be involved with it's change.