Thursday, October 11, 2007
"Did something happen? As far as I know, women only cut their hair when something big happens. Really big."
Took that quote from an old movie called Poison Ivy II: Lily. It's an awesome movie, my favorite blend of elegance, greed, powerplays, and debauchery. But that's beside the point.
I had my hair cut today. Tita (my hairstylist) loved it. It wasn't even planned. Honestly, my sister told me the night before. And wonder of wonders, I agreed. Hey, I had nothing to do. We went and she picked up her med applications in uste, and we went right in Image (the hair salon.) So I described the haircut I wanted and gave a picture. As usual, I removed my glasses. Everything was a blur. Vertigo-ish. And poof, this little thought fluttered in front of my mindscape.
Ergo the quote.
I began to wonder, was I getting a haircut for some subconscious reason? Did something happen? I knew their was;I just didn't know what. Then, it struck me.
I wanted a new image. (haha. get it? well, never mind. ) Things have been really good lately. Well, not academic-wise ( we all know how that turned out) but definitely psyche-wise. I feel as though I've become more comfortable with myself and have grown more confidence than in my past fourteen years of existence. Fine, fifteen. I guess I just needed it to show through. I've been accustomed with my long, often ponied hair, but it turns out it was just an effort to be unnoticed, unseen. A figurative security blanket I suppose, along with countless other things. And as a final kick on my past, hey, why not end it with a funky haircut?
I just hope the hair doesn't turn into a disaster once it goes through a shower. Knowing my hair and my tendency to shriek wildly at the top of my lungs, I hope not.
