Haircut Theory
For as long as I can remember, there has always been a distinct motivation for getting a haircut.
When I got the urge to get my hair cut, be it drastically or just a trim, it was always a sort of defense mechanism for dealing with my life.
If there was something I didn’t like that I wanted to change, I would get a haircut.
After every heartbreak, when I was ready to move on, I’d cut my hair. I can attribute a lot of haircuts in highschool to boys I loved.
I cut my hair really short during sophomore year. I kept it short for a while. Dad became suspicious that I might be a lesbian because of this.
And then a couple years ago, I took things into my own hands. I still couldn’t take active control over whatever was bothering me, but I could cut my own hair, damn it. Mom’s tried to take me to her hair stylist countless times over the last few months, but I always refuse. She doesn’t understand that it’s an expression of control to attack myself with scissors. Plus, I feel pretty good about myself when it doesn’t look completely shitty.
Justin let me cut his hair yesterday. I did a good enough job and it was cheaper to buy a $2 pair of scissors to do it with than to get it professionally done. But it didn’t give me that same satisfaction as doing my own hair.
And just a bit ago, Dad said to me, “Your hair’s getting long. For you, you know.”
Yeah, I know. I’ve let it get longer than it’s been since whatever heartbreak provoked me to chop it off two years ago. Or maybe I like it longer because I feel a little girlier than I used to. You know, I almost bought a dress today. I thought it might be nice to have a dress, just because every girl should probably have one.
But I thought about it. I haven’t really hadthat urge to snip away my golden locks in a while. Why? I was happy, totally content with my life.
Recent events have caused me some minor anxiety. It’s been a couple months. I could use a trim.
But I’ve had my eye on that red hair dye at the drug store…
UPDATE: I have orange hair now.
AR-inj.
Comment by Brandon — 6/29/2002 @ 11:20 pm
Nuh uh. Ornj. :)
[Inside joke. Pronunciation of "orange."]
Comment by Katie — 6/29/2002 @ 11:28 pm
orange is the coolest color on the planet….
i painted my room in my apt orange… check out the pictures and youll see
Comment by Brandon — 4/21/2004 @ 10:10 pm