It's official. I hate my hair.
I mean, it's about time. I've expected from, well, Day 2. And I miss my dreads. Seriously. Mourning for the dreads.
I'm always like this. My mother will testify in a court of law. Everytime I grow my hair out, eventually, I get this severely awesome idea of cutting it off! And the world totally supports me because dang, I'm cute with the 'shroom, as my sister calls the bob cut I'm partial to. However, let it be known, I LOVE PONYTAILS MORE. I keep thinking that one day I will wake and magically be an adult about things like moisturizing and taking time to fix my hair and shaving my legs. But nope. That magic day is holding out on me, y'all. I still value easy and fast over cute-and-stylish-but-takes-time.
And I have been giving the hairdo a little extra attention. I bought some expensive volumizer crap, I spray it on there. I blow dry hanging my head upside down, tousling with my fingers. I pray for any sign of enthusiasm. Yet, nary a hair on my head wishes to do anything but lie greasily across my forehead. No, I take that back. The unfortunate Alfalfa patch I have tends to stick straight up. No joke. You can't see it in this picture, but it's there. Yeah, that's what happens when you let your husband go at your dreads with a pair of kitchen scissors instead of waiting for your appointment with a proper hair professional the next day.
So, hating my hair has commenced full force. I am dreaming of shoulder-length ponytailable hair next summer. And maybe, to the dismay of my grandmother, mother, and the entirety of Korea, I might dread it again. Possibly. But I would do it the right way and take care of it and stuff. Because making an effort to have sweet dreads is worthwhile. Making an effort to have crap short hair that just accentuates your double side face? NOT worthwhile.
Talk amongst yourselves. I'm going to go pray that my hair grows really fast. (Although, I'm approaching this with a doubting heart because I prayed from about 4th to 7th grade for curly hair and we all know how that worked out.)
