the most terrifying

So I havc shared a few of my dislikes before but I forgot to mention one of the most terrifying things in this world- getting a haircut. The whole process is so frustrating- from choosing your salon, to deciding what style you want, explaining what you want to your stylist, then compromising on what you want, and finally, laying in the fetus position thinking about the fact that you just paid 80 dollars to look like Willy Wonka.



At least, that has been my experience.

I have never had any luck with my hair. It all started when I was about 8 or 9. My mum used to cut my hair pixie short (but with more of a mop hair influence) in fear that I would contract a lice infection. I ended up looking like a mini version of her, something I'm sure I will be discussing in therapy in the near future. I used to be obsessed with scrunchies as a child but of course, with no hair, it was hard to put them to use. But I was a rebel and gathered all the hair I had, slicked it upwards and forced the scrunchie to hold the 3 cms worth of hair I had. I insisted on looking like special ed kid.

Another time on holiday in Kuala Lumpur, I decided it would be 'exciting' to pick a random salon and get a haircut. Hey, I was in a foreign country and I was going all out. My devil-may-care attitude may offend some but that was how I rolled. I thought it would be 'exotic' , the same way people think getting cornrows is a celebration of culture. Needless to say, this was not one of my most pleasant experiences. Getting a haircut in Asia is one of the most grueling experiences a young girl can ever go through. It should be an initiation of sorts, kind of like when tribesmen used to pierce their faces or get circumsised. I sat their while my dainty hairdresser started attacking my hair with her scissors. I tried to look tough, because I was one tough 14 year old. So as I was holding back the tears and gritting my teeth, I smiled at my cruel hairdresser and told her I LOVED what she had done to my hair. And what a style it was! Imagine if your hair could have an eating disorder. Imagine looking like you're balding at 14. I have lived that life and I have to be honest, I did not rock the alopecia look.

My latest haircut was today. The experience wasn't bad at all except I ended up looking like Willy Wonka. Johnny Depp's Willy Wonka not Gene Wilder's. Although I actually think Gene Wilder would be a step up. I definitely enjoyed his movie better.

Another wonderul thing about getting a haircut is the lovely compliments you receive. Iwill reproduce the comments I received today.

"Oh, well, you sure look different"
"You look like a lesbian Willy Wonka"
"It's alright"

End scene.