your hair is everywhere
October 14, 2007
I had short hair one time in my life, and that was in the fourth grade. It was pretty unfortunate. I cut my hair and my bangs. My bangs were REALLY short and awkward, probably about an inch long. A week later, I shaved them off. I don't really want to talk about that.
Now I have short hair again, and I'm pretty freaked out.
Yesterday was a pretty disheartening day for a lot of reasons. It's tough to work so hard for so long and it still never be enough. First impressions are rough, and extremely hard to change. People grow up, and I've a lot in the past few years. I was 18 and now I'm 21. That's a HUGE difference. That's from college freshman to college grad. I would hope that everyone would change a little bit during that period to time.
So anyways, Jade and I were having a few drinks at Mafiaoza's (or rather, I was just having a few drinks) and she found this ad in the restroom stall. It was for a fundraiser at Trim, which is a pretty trendy hair salon that is located right across from the restaurant. It was some sort of rockstar hair night, and you could get your hair cut and dyed. The only catch was that you had no say in it. I figured that I don't really particularly care for my hair and that it needed to be cut, so I might as well go to this place and get it done for $10 when it would usually be about $150. It would also be nice to go into a place and not having to make any decisions. I often feel like I'm stuck with that burden, and that I always end up making somebody unhappy. My hair is very curly, and I didn't think that they would go too short because of that. I was wrong. The stylist put my hair into a bunch of little ponytails and just cut them all off. Then he teased my hair and put black eyeshadow all over my face. I opened my eyes and discovered that I looked like Scary Spice...and that was pretty scary.
That experience definitely made me realize that I loved my long hair. Maybe not necessarily because it looked good, but because it gave me something to hide behind. I am a very shy and insecure person, and it's nice to be able to throw your hair in your face. When my face turned red in a meeting, at least I could cover part of it with my massively long hair. I could even avoid eye contact with people at all cost. Now...it's pretty much not an option.
Maybe this could be a good thing though. Maybe I'll be forced to look people in the eye more often, and maybe I'll doubt myself a little less. Let's hope so. I feel like that's the best thing that could come from this experience, but that's a pretty damn good thing.
Kudos to Caroline for going to this and getting a mullet. I wasn't sure if I expected you to do it, but I'm glad you did. I was very impressed. Two points for you.
Now I'm going to go wash my hair. I must admit, I kind of excited about not having to spend an hour on styling it anymore.
Enjoy your weekend.
Now I have short hair again, and I'm pretty freaked out.
Yesterday was a pretty disheartening day for a lot of reasons. It's tough to work so hard for so long and it still never be enough. First impressions are rough, and extremely hard to change. People grow up, and I've a lot in the past few years. I was 18 and now I'm 21. That's a HUGE difference. That's from college freshman to college grad. I would hope that everyone would change a little bit during that period to time.
So anyways, Jade and I were having a few drinks at Mafiaoza's (or rather, I was just having a few drinks) and she found this ad in the restroom stall. It was for a fundraiser at Trim, which is a pretty trendy hair salon that is located right across from the restaurant. It was some sort of rockstar hair night, and you could get your hair cut and dyed. The only catch was that you had no say in it. I figured that I don't really particularly care for my hair and that it needed to be cut, so I might as well go to this place and get it done for $10 when it would usually be about $150. It would also be nice to go into a place and not having to make any decisions. I often feel like I'm stuck with that burden, and that I always end up making somebody unhappy. My hair is very curly, and I didn't think that they would go too short because of that. I was wrong. The stylist put my hair into a bunch of little ponytails and just cut them all off. Then he teased my hair and put black eyeshadow all over my face. I opened my eyes and discovered that I looked like Scary Spice...and that was pretty scary.
That experience definitely made me realize that I loved my long hair. Maybe not necessarily because it looked good, but because it gave me something to hide behind. I am a very shy and insecure person, and it's nice to be able to throw your hair in your face. When my face turned red in a meeting, at least I could cover part of it with my massively long hair. I could even avoid eye contact with people at all cost. Now...it's pretty much not an option.
Maybe this could be a good thing though. Maybe I'll be forced to look people in the eye more often, and maybe I'll doubt myself a little less. Let's hope so. I feel like that's the best thing that could come from this experience, but that's a pretty damn good thing.
Kudos to Caroline for going to this and getting a mullet. I wasn't sure if I expected you to do it, but I'm glad you did. I was very impressed. Two points for you.
Now I'm going to go wash my hair. I must admit, I kind of excited about not having to spend an hour on styling it anymore.
Enjoy your weekend.
