The Great Hair Debate

If you've ever had short hair, you know what a downright pain in the ass it is to keep it looking good. Especially if it's curly. Going to a salon is just a whole lot of stress for me. Not because I'm scared of scissors or a bad haircut. (I've had plenty of them.) But because it means small talk. I'm great at long conversations, intimate conversations, angry/sad/emotional conversations. I'm NOT good at small talk. I don't want to talk about the weather, or the holidays, or whatever other topic may be hot that day. Quite frankly, I'd do much better if the person cutting my hair, fell apart and started telling me a horrible life story and cried on my shoulder. I'm equipped to deal with that. The weather, not so much.

So, I avoid it. I put it off every single time until I start looking like a pubescent Justin Bieber. Ya know, before he ruined his reputation. Except the curls start to come in and instead of being cute, I look like a frightened clown who just got electrocuted. Curly hair does this thing before getting longer..it gets bigger.

It's about this stage of growth that I start considering letting it grow out again. I've had hair nearly down to my butt (well lack of butt) at least 4 times now. Then for some insane reason, I cut it all off. I don't even go in stages. I just decide one day to have it hacked off. If you've never seen a hairdresser have a heart attack, grow your hair out two feet and then ask them to cut it off. After gasping and shaking, they always ask about fifty times if I am sure. I always have to console and reassure them afterwards. One would think that they were asked to kill a family member...it's a really emotional event..for them, not me. I'm just hoping they will be quick so I can get the heck out of there.

So here I am, frizzy headed, curly, looking unkempt...and I'm debating growing it out yet again.

This involves a level of dedication akin to losing weight. In your mind, you can see the end result. Of course, you look hot and beautiful. Long flowing curls of hair just screaming sexiness. But the getting there is a process that can test even the strongest of people. It involves things like head bands and barrettes. It most definitely means I am going to look like a fool for several months until it stops getting bigger. And it means hats. Because, let's face it.. I am NOT the type to spend time styling it. It also means avoiding the public eye for a while (I'm famous ya know!) because even though I am not overly concerned about appearances, I look like a freaking tool.

The debate has begun. We shall see how far it gets before I cave and get it cut, or resign myself to a year of bad hair days. If you see me out and about, let's just maintain eye contact and not talk about my hair. It's best for the both of us.

Also, please don't ask me about the weather.