Every time I leave a serious relationship, my instinct has been to cut my hair short. No, no – not cute bob, or sleek professional look, my choice diverts to the four inch man cut. Get those memories out and away. I want to be someone else, feel something else. It’s my way of mourning.
After a disastrously short hair cut about four months ago, which was inspired by nothing more than boredom, my hair had been finally growing out. I could run my fingers through it, put it up at work, and have my bangs fall seductively into my eyes. After last week, I felt the shudder of the same urge strike through me, to try and cut away my stupidity as I was cut out of someone’s life.
Oddly, the next day I had an amazing hair day. You girls know what I’m talking about (perhaps you boys too) those days were you may schlep yourself around, but passing a mirror you think, “Damn, my hair looks GOOD. Look at it fall just right.” You don’t want to admit it, but you perk up quite a bit after noticing how fetching you look.
That’s the day I had and it made me not want to cut my hair this time. This time, it just doesn’t matter. It has to not not matter.
So I had a better idea, how about experimenting with hair loss that I hadn’t done before? Let’s step up my Perfect Eyebrow obsession I thought, which is why I just came back from getting my eyebrows waxed. It was quick and painless. While not changing too much, it left me with the idea that there may be a positive notion of hair loss, and thus loss in general, and how it may be a step toward improvement.
Contrasted with a great Sad Cow song:
I found this video after researching the vocals for a song that I had been listening to get me out of Sad Cow state, Love is an Ocean by RMB. Below:
Great upper I thought, love IS an ocean baby; lots o’ fish ahoy! …Darn you vocal sampling!