I was going through old photos on my PC, yesterday, and I came to an awkward realization:
I've had the same haircut/hairstyle for approximately three years.
Anyway, I tend to go crazy, sometimes, and when I do, I let impulse drive me and make my decisions (IE, every piercing I've ever gotten)- especially when I'm bored...
... which I was. Yesterday.
So, long story short, at 5:00 PM, yesterday, I boarded the bus and went to get my hair cut. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Yay!
As soon as I sat in the chair at the hair salon and showed the hairstylist a picture of the haircut that I wanted, she said to me, "Really? Are you sure? Your hair is really long. It would be SUCH a waste."
OH EM GEE. Who even says that to someone?! I mean, I'm PAYING you money! Gosh!
She made me sit for ten minutes so that I could think about whether or not I really, really, really wanted to chop my hair off. After a couple phone calls and reassurance from Linda, I told her to chop it. Both of the women in the salon kept saying, "It's going to be such a waste."
Ugh.
In the end, it turned out okay (the lady didn't even cut it as short as I wanted her to, so I'm probably going to go and get it cut some more this week). I mean, I still don't regret it, though. It was definitely time for a change. I'm pretty sure that there are people who will miss my hair more than I do, but I hope that no one makes a big deal out of it. I mean, it's hair. It'll grow back!
In my blind impulse, I totally forgot to tell the salon that I wanted to donate my hair to cancer, though. By the time I remembered, my hair was already lying in little pieces on the floor. So, if there was any regret, yesterday, it would be that. Sorry, Tiny Tim.
