I was sorting files earlier and ran across this photo of me from my 2003 staff ID card. Check out how that haircut makes my head look like a Brussels sprout. I was thinking about chopping all of my hair off again, but I really don’t want to look any more like a vegetable than I have to.
In this picture my hair is shorter than it’s ever been in my life. I actually think I was born with longer hair than I have in this picture. It was nice in that it took way less time to dry and style than it does now, but on the other hand – Brussels sprout.
In high school I had really, really long hair – down to my waist at one point – and it was a bit of a trademark. After a very ill-advised hair dye incident, I cut it to my shoulders in college, like you do, and when I went home that summer no one recognized me.
Here’s one from Vegas taken at the beginning of last month. I stopped dying it for good sometime before that roundheaded picture up there, and it’s grown in progressively darker over the last couple of years until it’s the shade it is now. It’s also longer right now than it’s been since the early part of college, I think. Also, I didn’t look like a crackwhore in college – at least, I don’t think I did. Maybe I did. I don’t know.
I know I’ve mentioned here before that I want to drastically change my hair whenever I’m in turmoil about something, and although I’m not in turmoil, exactly, I’m feeling antsy and have been really tempted to cut/dye/otherwise completely change the look of my hair. But then I’m like, man, I took all this time growing it out, I have a pretty good cut, I shouldn’t mess with it, blah…and I get annoyed that it takes so long to style, but on the other hand, it’s super healthy, and I no longer have to wet it every day to style it like I did when it was short. I almost never wash it daily – usually every other day, sometimes every third day. Jonathan says I have some of the healthiest hair he’s ever seen.
I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I won’t end up chopping it as short as it is in that earlier picture, and I’m damn sure it won’t grow down to my waist again. I just can’t decide if I ought to change it right now, get J to throw in some highlights, leave it the heck alone, or what.
I think I’m bored with my life.