Thursday, October 02, 2003
There are some things I am just not prepared to deal with
Half an hour ago I got my first post-ponytail haircut. (The one which was materially involved in my deponytailification does not count as post-ponytail.) The nice older woman asked me questions I just didn't know the answer to. "Is it better to use clippers or scissors on the sides?" "Do you like it more like this?" These are not questions I know how to answer. I don't like it. It's too short, and for some reason it looks thinner. Probably because it's shorter. It makes my face look fat, and I can't make the neat curls that I was able to make this morning. And the sides don't make sense at all. But I guess new haircuts can tend to grow on their owners. Get it, grow? Honestly, I had no idea that normal people had to go through this kind of hair-related trauma on a regular basis. It makes my last nine years feel far simpler than they felt at the time. UPDATE: I put gel in it, and I still don't like it. Alas.