Chop

My head needed breathing. It imagines too much. Plus, I have been meaning to chop my hair off, so I did it. Light feeling, no dealing with knots and split ends, little shampoo and little conditioner, no spending on clutch and bands that get lost mysteriously.

When you chop off long hair, the kind of comments that come your way, are ridiculously funny. I have experienced this before too. Some of those:

Someone: Did you cut your hair?

Me in head: Isn’t that obvious?

What I say: Yes

Someone: Did you cut your hair?

Me in head: No, the barber did.

What I say: Yes

Someone right after: Did YOU cut it?

Me in head: Nothing

What I say: Oh yeah I wish I could. I would save some money that way.

Someone: Did you cut your hair?

Me in head: Give me a break!

What I say: Yes

Someone: What thought process did you go through?

Me in head: You may ask – what were you thinking? I won’t be offended

What I say: I don’t know. I just cut it.

Someone: What thought process did you go through?

Me in head: Seriously?

What I say: *Looks up like I am thinking* I used to have short hair, so I did not have to go through any thought process.

Someone: Are you a tomboy?

Me in head: How the hell am I supposed to answer that?

What I say: I don’t think so.

Someone: I mean, a little bit?

Me in head: Fuck off.

What I say: Well, I can be really girlie sometimes, you know *smiles naughtily*

It’s not like someone chopped off their limb that’s never going to grow back. Also, there are better things to discuss.

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