The End of a Beautiful Life Together (for now)

I don't understand why doing what I did today always makes me feel the way it does. It's a part of life and most everyone goes through it. Why is it so hard for me to deal with?

Guys...I did the unthinkable for me. I got a haircut today! My Sampson-esque powers have been relinquished to the floor of Beauty Unlimited in the Johnson City Mall.

I had a certain relationship with my hair. No, I didn't comb it. No, I didn't brush it and count the strokes. No, I didn't blow dry it. And, no, I didn't really condition it either. I took for granted what was there. It's like the hair became a part of me, part of my personality. Over the past couple of years, I've taken a very unkempt approach to my appearance, and my hair screamed that about me. However, I was fine with that. It was me.

Now, the Ima you know and love has been transformed into a Scott Baio look alike!("Charles in Charge" days!) I'm gonna miss the rats' nests that I woke up with and stuck with me throughout the day. I'm gonna miss looking like a total shut-in. Okay, maybe not that so much.

Why can't I be happy afterwards? Is anyone? I feel so insecure, almost naked, after a haircut, because it's gonna be the first thing anyone notices, and it shows the true nature of human beings. The ability to flat out lie to your face. They'll tell you it looks "good" or "nice," no matter what. Hell, people even did it for my "Velma" 'do'. Now they HAD to be bullshitting!

"YOU GOT A HAIRCUT!"
or
"OH, IT LOOKS GOOD!"
or
"DID YOU LOSE WEIGHT?"

All of these, and several others, are common phrases associated with haircuts. Every haircut seems to be a traumatic experience for me. ESPECIALLY the "Velma" debacle of last time. YIKES! Because of that, I may never be able to think of haircuts the same again. I'll be too paranoid. But that taught me a lesson...always let a woman or gay man cut your hair. NOONE ELSE!

One thing about haircuts...you never bring it up, but you always await the opinion of the person in front of you. You seek it. You NEED it. The lie they are sure to deliver is somewhat comforting, even soothing. But you're possibly gonna deliver one of a couple of lines after they comment:

"I don't know..."
or
"It's ok, I guess"
or
"It sucks! I hate it!"

I generally go with the latter. HA! Oh well, in a couple of days, this will be far from my mind. And, in a couple of months, I'll get back what was taken from me today. Tomorrow, I await the opinions of my work peers, even though I won't pry for said opinions. We'll see how things go for the "new look Ima."

Keep it real, ya'll!!!