So I spent part of my day listening to people mock my religion. That was fun. I'm not complaining, though, it's not anything I can't handle, or don't expect.
Also, there's this lady in my class who I haven't really talked to or know at all, but judging from the things she says in the class, she seems to be a really nice and intelligent person, so it's occurred to me that perhaps it might be worthwhile seeking to have a conversation with this person at some stage.
What else? Oh, yes, I got my head rubbed today.
The end.
Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts
14 April 2010
31 March 2010
To Grow or Not To Grow...
I was just thinking that my blog is a little bit boring. Was just reading another blog and thinking how much personality comes through in the blog. I don't think mine is like that. I used to be better at blogging but... I don't know. Maybe I just need to try harder.
I have to say, I'm really loving my new hairstyle. It's so user-friendly! I don't have to brush it, and it dries almost instantly after a shower (instead of the usual hundred years it used to take to dry.) It's light and cool and comfortable, I don't know why I didn't decide to shave my head a long time ago! A part of me wondered if I was going to miss my hair, but I DON'T! AT ALL!
There's only one reason I can think of for growing my hair out again. Well, no, there's two reasons, the second being that I'll probably just get lazy and not bother to keep it short and forget about it. The first reason is a kind of a silly, shallow, silly reason... and it's that it seems to me that a lot of the male members of our species like long hair on girls. Also, I'm not particularly feminine with or without hair. I'm a bit of a tomboy, I mostly wear jeans, and although I certainly have a female shape and I'm not likely to be mistaken for someone who's not female, I guess my long hair was always a part of me that was feminine. Even if I never really did much with it but tie it back in a ponytail.
That's the main reason I can think of for deciding to grow it long again, as much as my hair was a pain, but it's not like it's going to make much of a difference in my life in that regard, anyway. It still has a bit to grow before I need to make that decision.
I have to say, I'm really loving my new hairstyle. It's so user-friendly! I don't have to brush it, and it dries almost instantly after a shower (instead of the usual hundred years it used to take to dry.) It's light and cool and comfortable, I don't know why I didn't decide to shave my head a long time ago! A part of me wondered if I was going to miss my hair, but I DON'T! AT ALL!
There's only one reason I can think of for growing my hair out again. Well, no, there's two reasons, the second being that I'll probably just get lazy and not bother to keep it short and forget about it. The first reason is a kind of a silly, shallow, silly reason... and it's that it seems to me that a lot of the male members of our species like long hair on girls. Also, I'm not particularly feminine with or without hair. I'm a bit of a tomboy, I mostly wear jeans, and although I certainly have a female shape and I'm not likely to be mistaken for someone who's not female, I guess my long hair was always a part of me that was feminine. Even if I never really did much with it but tie it back in a ponytail.
That's the main reason I can think of for deciding to grow it long again, as much as my hair was a pain, but it's not like it's going to make much of a difference in my life in that regard, anyway. It still has a bit to grow before I need to make that decision.
14 March 2010
Naked Head
Yesterday, I shaved my head. There were some friends over who witnessed it and made it fun. Now that it's happened and over and done with... I feel good about it. I have no regrets. It feels like a weight has been stripped away. I'm still getting used to seeing my reflection, though, although it's growing pretty fast. Twenty-four hours ago my head was smooth. Today, my head is fuzzy and my hair are all tiny little pins which hurt my head when I run my hand over it. (Yet I can't help myself- it feels so fuzzy!) and when I wear this beanie that my friend got me, the hair sticks to the wool so that when I remove the beanie, it's like pulling apart velcro.
Anyway, it's growing on me. (Get it? Growing on me? Hair?) I mean, the look is growing on me. Not that I intend to keep it this way, I still plan on letting it grow (although maybe keep it a bit shorter than I had it before from now on.) But I don't mind it. It's different.
People are telling me I pull bald off pretty well. Which is good to know, considering I just shaved all my hair off.
Anyway, it's growing on me. (Get it? Growing on me? Hair?) I mean, the look is growing on me. Not that I intend to keep it this way, I still plan on letting it grow (although maybe keep it a bit shorter than I had it before from now on.) But I don't mind it. It's different.
People are telling me I pull bald off pretty well. Which is good to know, considering I just shaved all my hair off.
24 February 2010
A Head of Hair
Well, I'm shaving my head on the 13th March for the World's Greatest Shave. It's to raise money to help provide treatment for people with Leukemia and that sort of thing. Why am I doing this? When it comes down to it, the best answer I can come up with is, why not?
Am I just being selfless? Getting involved in something that will help others? Perhaps. I don't know. I care about people who are suffering, whoever they are, whatever their suffering is, but it's not like I'm personally involved with leukemia or that it's something that I am particularly passionate about. Is there another reason?
At the time when I decided I would do this, I was thinking of cutting my hair, anyway, when an ad encouraging people to do the greatest shave came up, and I thought, if I'm going to cut it, anyway, why not raise money for a good cause while I'm at it?
It might also be interesting to note that the timing was a little bit after the breakdown of my parents' marriage and feeling depressed about not having a job. A part of me wonders if my decision was based on needing to control something in my life. Whether or not this is true, it doesn't really matter, now, and I don't regret the decision.
The truth is, hair has never been that important to me. It's just... there. I never do anything with it except tie it back in a pony tail to keep it out of my face. People compliment me on my hair all the time; how long it is, how thick it is, the slight wave that goes through it, every now and then somebody notices a hint of red in there, but the only reason it's gotten as long as it has is because I don't really think about it often enough to go to a hair dresser on a regular basis. It wasn't hard work to grow my hair long - it kind of just did that on its own. For this reason I've often thought that my hair was wasted on me - I really don't appreciate it like some people appreciate their hair. I always thought that somebody who cares more about hair and doesn't like their own hair should've had my hair.
So when people call me "brave" for deciding to shave my hair, I don't really get it. I mean, it's hair, it grows back, right? It's not like I'm cutting off my ear or my finger! Besides, it makes the back of my neck too hot and it takes ages to wash and it's annoying to brush. Still, when they say I'm brave I take the compliment, and I appreciate the support and encouragement.
So I've raised the goal I set for myself, I've set a date for when it's going to happen, it's all getting organised and will unfold. So, how do I feel about it? Well, as long as I only consult myself, I feel absolutely comfortable with my decision. Any doubts that enter my mind are met with a resolve to not cling on to vanity. Most people who know about it are at supportive or, at the very least, respectful of my decision. But then, every now and then I get a negative response. "Please don't do it." "You should've decided to just colour your hair." "There's no way I'm going to support you shaving your head!"
Comments like that really don't help at all, and I don't get it. Am I not understanding how drastic this is or something? It's hair! People mess around with their hair all the time! It grows back! It's not like I'm getting a tattoo. In a way, it's even less drastic than someone getting their ears pierced!
I've raised over $600 doing this, and it is very encouraging that I've met my goal and I am very grateful to all the people who pitched in to help me get there. People have donated with the expectation that I'd go through with it. It'd be a lot harder to admit to those people that I "chickened out" than having to deal with less compliments about my hair, and any stares or shock I might inspire in people is just an opportunity to raise awareness for the issue. To break this commitment for the sake of vanity and peer pressure would be a lot more embarrassing to me than a naked head. I don't understand why people even think it is worthwhile to try and change my mind at this stage, and it just makes me feel a lot more unsure about the whole thing at a time when it's much too late to turn back. I don't understand why people think that my head of hair somehow has more value than the lives of people suffering from terrible diseases.
Am I just being selfless? Getting involved in something that will help others? Perhaps. I don't know. I care about people who are suffering, whoever they are, whatever their suffering is, but it's not like I'm personally involved with leukemia or that it's something that I am particularly passionate about. Is there another reason?
At the time when I decided I would do this, I was thinking of cutting my hair, anyway, when an ad encouraging people to do the greatest shave came up, and I thought, if I'm going to cut it, anyway, why not raise money for a good cause while I'm at it?
It might also be interesting to note that the timing was a little bit after the breakdown of my parents' marriage and feeling depressed about not having a job. A part of me wonders if my decision was based on needing to control something in my life. Whether or not this is true, it doesn't really matter, now, and I don't regret the decision.
The truth is, hair has never been that important to me. It's just... there. I never do anything with it except tie it back in a pony tail to keep it out of my face. People compliment me on my hair all the time; how long it is, how thick it is, the slight wave that goes through it, every now and then somebody notices a hint of red in there, but the only reason it's gotten as long as it has is because I don't really think about it often enough to go to a hair dresser on a regular basis. It wasn't hard work to grow my hair long - it kind of just did that on its own. For this reason I've often thought that my hair was wasted on me - I really don't appreciate it like some people appreciate their hair. I always thought that somebody who cares more about hair and doesn't like their own hair should've had my hair.
So when people call me "brave" for deciding to shave my hair, I don't really get it. I mean, it's hair, it grows back, right? It's not like I'm cutting off my ear or my finger! Besides, it makes the back of my neck too hot and it takes ages to wash and it's annoying to brush. Still, when they say I'm brave I take the compliment, and I appreciate the support and encouragement.
So I've raised the goal I set for myself, I've set a date for when it's going to happen, it's all getting organised and will unfold. So, how do I feel about it? Well, as long as I only consult myself, I feel absolutely comfortable with my decision. Any doubts that enter my mind are met with a resolve to not cling on to vanity. Most people who know about it are at supportive or, at the very least, respectful of my decision. But then, every now and then I get a negative response. "Please don't do it." "You should've decided to just colour your hair." "There's no way I'm going to support you shaving your head!"
Comments like that really don't help at all, and I don't get it. Am I not understanding how drastic this is or something? It's hair! People mess around with their hair all the time! It grows back! It's not like I'm getting a tattoo. In a way, it's even less drastic than someone getting their ears pierced!
I've raised over $600 doing this, and it is very encouraging that I've met my goal and I am very grateful to all the people who pitched in to help me get there. People have donated with the expectation that I'd go through with it. It'd be a lot harder to admit to those people that I "chickened out" than having to deal with less compliments about my hair, and any stares or shock I might inspire in people is just an opportunity to raise awareness for the issue. To break this commitment for the sake of vanity and peer pressure would be a lot more embarrassing to me than a naked head. I don't understand why people even think it is worthwhile to try and change my mind at this stage, and it just makes me feel a lot more unsure about the whole thing at a time when it's much too late to turn back. I don't understand why people think that my head of hair somehow has more value than the lives of people suffering from terrible diseases.
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