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Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Hair

I hate getting hair cuts. My hair is kind of out of control. Like a boy, it grows really fast and needs a trim every few months. I get extremely nervous when I am in the hairdresser's seat. Panic-y almost.

If you have ever had a bad haircut, you can understand why I may feel this way. Since I was young I have had many issues with my hair. I am finally at a point in my life where A) I understand, yes it is just hair and B) I know what looks good on me. But even this wisdom doesn't stop me sometimes from panicing.

What is she cutting, how much, why did she cut it like that, is my head straight, does she know what she is doing, omg how much did she cut.
Those are pretty much the exact thoughts I am thinking all while not breathing. More than not my hair has come out OK and I can usually breathe again, but this ritual will endure until I learn to cut my own hair, or maybe develop a potion that will allow my hair to be healthy, beautiful, and fabulous all my life.
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