Yesterday, I sat down on a chair, tilted my head forward, felt a pair of scissors slide on the nape of my neck, and, with my eyes closed, heard a very audible SNIP.
Ah, I could just imagine how my hair fell from the blades down to the floor.
I sort of felt like Akane in the 9th episode of Ranma 1/2, only without the anger and the shock, since I did know that I was actually getting a haircut, whereas Akane’s long, deep blue locks were unceremoniously chopped off in the midst of a battle between two rival martial artists. But the thing is: even though I knew (and paid for) a haircut, I didn’t know what I was going to look like afterward. I had no mirror in front of me, and, even though my hairdresser told me (while snipping my hair off) that I was getting an apple cut, I had no idea what on earth an apple cut was. But judging from the location of the scissors, and how the cool air brushed the back of my neck, I was guessing that it was probably short.
After my hairdresser was done, he gave me a mirror, and, true enough, it was short. Really short. But, I’m not complaining (after the shock wore off). After all, my hair looked MUCH better than it did in second year high school when I cut my own hair. Haha! I gotta look for my high school photos sometime.
|Taken using a camera phone in our dark condo. I think this was around October?|
|Here’s me last month, attempting to look stoic/antagonistic. I kept my most of my longer hair behind my back.|
Some of my officemates got shocked, and most didn’t even recognize me (and then when they did, they got shocked). I mean, like, gasp-and-openly-stare-for-5-full-seconds kind of shock. It was kind of funny, but I guess it was understandable. I mean, I’ve had long hair for the longest time. Some people say that my hair was one of my best physical attributes. And a girl’s hair is her crowning glory. Her life, as the Ranma 1/2 episode title goes.
But, see, I’ve noticed that the last quarter of 2009 has been a time of change and experimentation. I’ve adopted a new diet (I never thought I’d enjoy eating cereals in the evening), I’ve got a new brand of cosmetics and hygiene, and, yes, I’ve even been shopping in thrift stores and updating my wardrobe. Which is a big thing, because anyone who knows me knows that I hate shopping. And now this.
I guess a girl’s hair IS her life. Not that her life revolves around her hair, but more like the other way around. I didn’t do it in purpose, but maybe, in an unconscious level, I got myself a totally new haircut because I’ve got several totally new, totally un-Sarah plans for 2010. I’m not sure which of those I’ll actually do, though. Haha!
So, yeah. We’ve got 20 days left in the year. Let’s see what happens in 2010.