------------ ---------- Diary of a Goldfish: Where did your long hair go?


Diary of a Goldfish

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Where did your long hair go?

On Tuesday night I went a bit nuts and chopped off all my hair. Well, not all of it. About twelve inches or so, perhaps fifteen. Well it’s what you told me to do. I thought I would be sorry, but now I’m only wondering why I didn’t do it before. It doesn’t matter that I did it at twenty to eleven in the evening, with kitchen scissors, using the mirror for only as long as I could stand up, which wasn’t long. I filled our bathroom bin, which is about the size of a waste-paper basket, with hair. I should have saved it and sold it - somebody could have had a nice wig out of that. I also should have sold some of the drugs that I then proceeded to throw out in the ruthless reorganisation of the medicine drawer that followed. It wasn’t the only ruthless reorganisation that took place between twenty to eleven and about half past twelve when I finally fell asleep.

I don’t like hairdressers for three reasons. One is that you have to sit there for half an hour or so either looking at yourself in the mirror or reading a women’s magazine. I maintain a reasonably healthy self-image simply because I spend only short periods of time looking in the mirror and I never read women’s magazines. The second reason is the tipping. The system of obligatory tipping is totally dishonest; I am being cheated because the real cost is significantly more than the stated cost and the hairdresser is being cheated because really they should be paid enough by their employers in the first place, perhaps getting a tip only when they have done an exceptionally good job. The third reason is that hairdressers love my hair. I am sure that they are complementary to all their customers, but they really go on about it. Once I asked to have it cut short and the woman refused. She said I had lovely hair and she couldn’t bring herself to cut it. She gave it a trim instead. I still felt obliged to give her a tip.

It looks fine short. Of course it is somewhat asymmetrical and higgledy piggledy, but then so is so much beauty in nature (!). It feels much better and I imagine that the ends might actually dry before the roots get greasy again. I was in a rather impulsive state when I committed this deed and I only just resisted the temptation to shave my head (as 15% of you requested). That, I probably would have regretted, because of the cold and it would probably have itched after a few days.

Yesterday we went to Scarborough and had a picnic on the Marine Drive looking out to sea, which was very nice. I felt a bit ill in the car, but I was generally okay. I bought a tube of spot cream which was in a cardboard box and when I got home I found that the cardboard box was empty. I took this as a good omen, like when you have a Kitkat with no wafer in or when you get shat on by a seagull. So all is well with my particular corner of the world.

I wanted to write something serious about the South Asia Earthquake, but this morning my mind is on trivial things. Maybe tomorrow - I bet your can't wait!

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Comments on "Where did your long hair go?"

 

Blogger w1ld child said ... (12:26 PM) : 

I've cut my own hair a few times, usually with disasterous results, I decided a while ago I'd have a mohican and brought a set of hair clippers, needless to say the mohican didnt quite work out as i intended. Every now and then I get bored with my hair and either dye it or use the clippers on it, not quite shaved, although I've considered it, just rather short. I'm in the proces of trying to grow it a bit, as I want it plaiting, seen a few people with it done and like the look, if I manage to grow my hair long enough to get it done, will probably only do it once, then cut it real short again, or maybe have another go at the mohican....

 

Blogger Gimpy Mumpy said ... (5:34 PM) : 

I'm with you goldfish. I've been cutting my own hair my entire adult life. Only ever went to a hairdresser twice as a pre-teen and it was disastrous. Also had long hair that I could sit on and they wouldn't cut mine either! So I finally did the deed later on myself and have loved the freedom of shorter hair ever since! Much easier to wash and the weight of my long hair just added to my migraine headaches.
Congrats on the new doo!

 

Blogger marmiteboy said ... (9:14 PM) : 

Glad you had a good day in Scarborough Goldfish. Must have felt good to take the air.

Is the title of your blog post taken from Caroline No by The Beach Boys by any chance?

 

Blogger The Goldfish said ... (10:27 PM) : 

I'm glad other people cut their own hair and it isn't just me. :o)

Yes Marmite - three points to you!

 

Blogger Marit Cooper said ... (8:18 AM) : 

I shaved my head in the autumn of 2001. For me it was like a "small suicide". I felt that I was caught in circumstances that were slowly strangling me and I wanted to get out but I couldn't see the way. I also felt that people around me thought they had me all figured out and expected me to behave accordingly. By shaving my head I changed my appearance and the way people percieved me over night. It gave me space to be my self and eventually I changed my life. I guess 37 is a bit late to have a teenage rebellion... but it felt damned good! :-D

 

Blogger The Goldfish said ... (3:11 PM) : 

I think 37 is a perfectly decent time at which to have a teenage rebellion - it is often because we imagine rebellion must be confined to our teenage years that we can wind up so miserable. Shaving your head is a damnsite better to various other options. Glad things are better for you now. :-)

 

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