Tuesday, September 28, 2010


I have a love/hate relationship with my hair.  I am prone to wearing it longer as I usually find more things I can do with long hair.  However, I have a point of ultimate frustration with my hair that I have yet to get past.  Once my hair reaches a certain length, I cannot stand it anymore! I can't wear it down because it just irritates me.  So, I start to wear it in a ponytail all the time.  Yet, even then, it grates on my nerves because it starts to weigh the ponytail holder down and I can feel it on the back of my neck.

As you can see, with my hair flipped up over my head, I am currently preparing for my up and coming role as Jungle Woman Raised by Wolves.  And my hair has been so kind to adequately force me into character by making me feel like a wild woman.  Soon after, I will be rehearsing for my next starring role as Pebbles Flintstone.  You don't want to miss it.  I'm sure it will be an Academy Award winner.  Then, following my moving portrayals of Jungle Woman and Pebbles Flintstone, I will be featured in an epic tale as a middle school emo boy who enjoys living life behind a wall of hair.  Yes, my hair is more versatile than I give it credit for.

Oh but I'm sick of it!  I am trying, very patiently, to let it grow because Lee likes me to have long hair.  He has said I don't have to keep it long; however, I feel like now it is a time of trial for my hair and me.  How much longer can I let it remain? Will I wimp out and give in to its unruly nature?

I have gotten plenty sick of it in the past.  There have been times when it got so long that I went to extremes and just chopped it all off.
Though I did like the change at first, I did grow sad with the fact that it was gone.  And I missed the variety of hairstyles that I could come up with when I was lacking the hair for it.  I think that guilt was my hair's secret way of getting revenge on me for taking such drastic measures.

But I have to say that I am at a point tonight where I almost took out a pair of scissors and just started cutting away because I was tired of it.  Fortunately, I came to my senses before I managed to throw myself into the role of Jungle Woman being entirely untamed.

1 comment:

  1. cute blog! maybe just a few inches off (by a hairstylist :) will make you feel like a new woman, minus the jungle part.