Thursday, June 09, 2005
what the fuck is going on with my hair?
my hair has been a constant source of anxiety since I can remember having hair. I remember the time I used kiddo scissors to cut the front part of my bowl cut in 4th grade (the barber gave me a sad shake of his head and told me to leave it to the professional) staring at the large clumb of hair now sitting on the brown "kids room" carpet of my living room.
lets see, i've had the asian bowl, the late 80's early 90's mullet like 'do, the pointdexter side part, the strange spiky thing in 8th grade, a shaved head, a mohawk, the "roman" cut that george clooney made popular in highschool, the flip-up-the front hair cut, that 70's show hair cut (i got called Fez so many times, it is not even funny), back to the asian buzz cut, side swept bang-ish look, and now to this strange fuck up that I call my current hair style. its too bushy, my bangs on the front are asymmetrical and sweep across my forehead like a bad hat, and the back of my head is a messy cathedral of hair. I think it gets by just because it looks so "indie" and its so bad that it probably looks good to a segment of people.
i'll be the first to admit that I think hair was my way of hiding my skin color, or my crooked nose, or the scar on my lip. I let my hair become me to the point that many people remember me by my hair. I think that I had longish hair at TFA institute, and by the time the school year began, I sported a regular guy haircut and many people did not recognize me at first.
i may not have had the best no fear t-shirts, or even didn't have the cool locker, but I always made sure that my hair was fixed nice. I remember being late for school because my temporary tragedy induced OCD which forced me to iron every piece of clothing (yes underwear and socks), also forced me to make sure that every hair was in place, sometimes prompting me to wash all the shit out of my hair and do it again.
jesus, that is fucked up.
nowadays, i shower not frequently, and my hair is a mess.and guess what, i'm loving it. still, I check my hair out frequently and have bought a hat to hide my hair on bad days.
consider this my funny little secret ¶ 6/09/2005 03:58:00 PM
my hair has been a constant source of anxiety since I can remember having hair. I remember the time I used kiddo scissors to cut the front part of my bowl cut in 4th grade (the barber gave me a sad shake of his head and told me to leave it to the professional) staring at the large clumb of hair now sitting on the brown "kids room" carpet of my living room.
lets see, i've had the asian bowl, the late 80's early 90's mullet like 'do, the pointdexter side part, the strange spiky thing in 8th grade, a shaved head, a mohawk, the "roman" cut that george clooney made popular in highschool, the flip-up-the front hair cut, that 70's show hair cut (i got called Fez so many times, it is not even funny), back to the asian buzz cut, side swept bang-ish look, and now to this strange fuck up that I call my current hair style. its too bushy, my bangs on the front are asymmetrical and sweep across my forehead like a bad hat, and the back of my head is a messy cathedral of hair. I think it gets by just because it looks so "indie" and its so bad that it probably looks good to a segment of people.
i'll be the first to admit that I think hair was my way of hiding my skin color, or my crooked nose, or the scar on my lip. I let my hair become me to the point that many people remember me by my hair. I think that I had longish hair at TFA institute, and by the time the school year began, I sported a regular guy haircut and many people did not recognize me at first.
i may not have had the best no fear t-shirts, or even didn't have the cool locker, but I always made sure that my hair was fixed nice. I remember being late for school because my temporary tragedy induced OCD which forced me to iron every piece of clothing (yes underwear and socks), also forced me to make sure that every hair was in place, sometimes prompting me to wash all the shit out of my hair and do it again.
jesus, that is fucked up.
nowadays, i shower not frequently, and my hair is a mess.and guess what, i'm loving it. still, I check my hair out frequently and have bought a hat to hide my hair on bad days.
consider this my funny little secret ¶ 6/09/2005 03:58:00 PM
