A Daily Thing

My hair is a never-ending source of unhappiness.  It is really thick (you could sew with it, or as the title suggests hang more than 1 egg off a strand – a supposed mark of hair health if it doesn’t break – before it would so much as flinch).  Plus I have an ungodly head full.  And it grows fast.  And it curls a little.

I have tried pretty much everything:

Really short.  Cost: too high, look: no good.  Like I received an accidental electrical discharge that foofed it up – which actually happened last year during an episode too embarrassing to discuss.  And prompted Christian to ask me ‘Do you even know how electricity works?’ (apparently not).

Chin length.  Cost: moderate, look: not so good.  Like Mafalda pictured here on a good day.  Where I am right now and not loving it.

Long.  Cost: economical, look: irrelevant.  Always done up into a bun because so thick and heavy it is unworkable.  Plus I get headaches from how heavy it is (I am being completely serious here).

Shaved: almost did it once.  But would have to go through ‘really short’ stage again, which is an experience I never want to repeat if I can help it.

So have I exhausted all my options?  No: I have a plan.  I plan to go for that usually dreaded in-between length that barely hits the shoulders.  And stay there.  Not short enough to channel Mafalda, not long enough to get a migraine or wince in pain when I let my bun down at night (seriously, it hurts).  I should get there by my birthday.  Then maybe at the age of 31 I will make peace with my hair (but probably not).