I'm re-evaluating my current hairstyle. No, this is not out of any newly acquired fashion sense, but more due to image-mismatch reasons. I've never had a hair style - I've just had hair PERIOD. But leaving my hair as it is has of late become a slight problem. It apparently is a very misleading signpost.
So, a snippet from a portland street car experience. As I sat in there day dreaming, a young punk girl came and sat next to me. With all dyed hair and multiple ear peircings, she looks about 17 or 16. Hardly the type to skip a window seat to sit next to me. And then the conversation follows.
punk chic: what's up ? (*chin up*) me: uh... just ... *mumble* ... stuff punk chic: got any cigarettes ? can I lift a smoke ? me: sorry, I don't have any. I don't smoke. she: Oh, you don't smoke *tobacco* ?
May all your weeds be wild flowers.
I have undergone a simple and very dramatic transformation. If you saw me tomorrow somewhere, you'd probably not even recognize me. Ever since december 2005, I've been growing my hair. No haircuts at all. I've grown my hair nearly six inches long in this period, but the hair grew all curly and complicated. It has been a pain to maintain and more often than not, got in my way than becoming part of who I am.
I managed to lose all my hair in one single day and feel the soft caress of the wind on my scalp. Also I rediscovered that feeling of freedom that can only come from doing something stupid. Maybe it does make me look like a terrorist out from jail, but I don't give a damn.
It is a custom in our family to do this on the sixteenth day after the death of a close relative. But this has nothing to do with that, it has everything to do with an august five years ago.--
Hair now; Gone tomorrow