Haircut

I’m cutting all of my hair off this week.  

I’ve been growing it out roughly since I started grad school, so almost a full four years.  I’ve been pretty predictable when it comes to drastic hair changes.  Every four years on I get the urge to chop off all my luscious locks.  In 8th grade I snuck out to the Supercuts because my mom usually cut my hair and didn’t want to cut it short.  I wasn’t even that bold, and got it cut like, shoulder length.  It looked kind of dumb and I remember my dad trying to help me style it, making 8th grade even more awkward.  I grew it out long all through high school.  Then my senior year of high school, I broke up with my boyfriend and chopped it all off, for real this time, into a bob.  I went to college, did some stupid things with my hair, then ultimately grew it back out again.  Then my senior year of college, my boyfriend broke up with me and I chopped it all off a again.  You may be noticing a trend.

But fear not, everything is good romance wise, but I’ve just got the itch.  Mostly it’s because I’ve realized it’s just too much work.  I wake up in the morning, thinking I’m going to leave the house looking something like this:

But I get to work and realize I look more like this:

By the time I finally brush and dry my hair I’ve already missed the bus.  No time for a nice curling iron or anything like that.  So it goes up in a bun.  Long hair is for movie stars who have someone else to do their hair, high schoolers who think it’s really important to do your hair and hippies who don’t care if there’s a giant birds nest that’s developed back there.

So this Friday, it’s so long long hair.  You will be missed those handful of times I actually could take the time to make you beautiful or on those days when I wasn’t hunched over an experiment and could let you flow free.  You will make a nice hair for some poor little girl with leukemia or maybe a drag queen.