I think Farrah Fawcett would be proud
of me.
It has now been nine weeks (to the day)
since my hair was cut. I usually go five or so weeks between cuts;
maybe six, if I'm really busy. If I do go six I usually end up
making fun of myself because my hair starts to do weird things.
Well, here we are now, three weeks past even THAT date, and my hair
is starting to do things not seen since 70s TV stars bounced across
the small screen.
Yippee.
When my hair gets a little too long it
starts to develop a life of its own. Underneath it gets wavy, and on
top it starts to curl and (most importantly) feather. Four and a
half decades ago people paid big bucks to have feathered hair; all I
have to do is not get it cut for nine weeks.
Not only, but my hair grows at
different speeds depending where upon my head it sits. I don't know
if this happens to everyone or if I'm just a freak (I'm guessing the
latter), but the hair on the left side of my head grows faster than
the hair on the right side, while the hair on the right back of my
head grows faster than the hair on the left back. So, aside from
having feathered hair, my head now also resembles a lopsided anvil.
Like I don't have enough problems as it
is, right?
I guess I shouldn't complain. At least
I still have hair, gray as parts of it may be. I could be like my
little brother, who doesn't have to worry about his hair feathering
and his head looking like an anvil because, you know, he lost his
hair years ago. And who knows—maybe if it keeps growing for a few
more weeks I'll start looking less like Farrah Fawcett and more like,
say Jim Morrison. I highly doubt that'll happen; odds are, I'll look
more like Cousin Itt from “The Addams Family” than anything. But
a boy can dream, right?
Right?
8-)
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