All my brothers and my dad at one point had dreadlocks.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew my dreadlocks 12 years ago because they give me the freedom to roll out of bed and not spend hours on my woolly, thick hair. I get tons of dropped jaws and compliments, so I reckon folks like them all right.
I had the afro when I was in high school. I had the flattop during a short period in the early '90s. And I've had different variations of dreadlocks. I'll admit to those!
I'm actually a hippy in real life. I had three dreadlocks on the back of my head once. They were spawning.
Anyone who's a parent dreads that call in the middle of the night. I have four grown children and I still dread it.
Dread, which is closely related to fear, steals the ability to enjoy ordinary life and makes people anxious about the future. It keeps them from looking forward to the next day, the next month, or the next decade.
I just think that for a lot of people - not to take the focus off of myself - that feeling of imminent dread, like a cloak of black dust, was always around me.
My mom is a yoga instructor: 100% black with dreadlocks.
I have become that mother I used to dread.
I had a grungy period and looked like a tramp for a very long time - my mum really hated it! I destroyed her entire '70s wardrobe by putting studs into everything - I thought I was really cool. But it's good to experiment - I even had dreadlocks at one point.
Dread of night. Dread of not-night.
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