One more to kick off this blog and I will give it a rest for today. I'm sleepy. Nothing terribly important or revealing. Just a bit of vanity. I'd rather start this thing on a happy note than diving right into the deep and dark of my past.
How others treated me at times certainly didn't help matters. They didn't know they were doing it, but they where. It was almost like a sort of torture.. but also a joy every time it came up.
Still quite young. It never failed. Every time I went to get my hair cut the hair dresser would say, "I'd KILL to have your hair!" or, "Lots of women would kill to have your hair." I was born with a head full of curly hair. It's thick.. it's black.. it's curly. My mom commented on it.. my babysitter would say things about it. It made me happy every time. Tell me about my great hair! Come to think of it, this might be a part of the origin of my mysterious obsession with my hair. I can't even look in the mirror for a moment without brushing it. I hate having a single hair out of place. The other part is probably long hair being a traditionally feminine trait.
Anyway, I hated having my hair cut short. I couldn't even tell anyone how I wanted it cut because I hated all short styles(I resorted to shrugging till my mom told the hair dresser what to do), but I always loved hearing those words, "I'd kill for your hair." I could smile to myself. It was.. fantastic. Kind of like I wasn't quite a boy.
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I know that feeling MK, so very very well!
That's why as I got older, I grew mine out. I love the compliments I get on my hair. Vane? Maybe; but feck if it isn't nice to feel good about oneself for once ya know?
*Gnaws his hair*
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