It's like choosing BK or McD's. They're both the same. Maybe BK has Swiss Mushroom, which is sinfully good, but there's McFlurry at McD's, which is heaven in a recycleable cup.
My point is, whether I cut my hair or not, I would've suffered the same fate. I could've kept my hair at the awkward shoulder length that curls up at the ends like a Mexican comic moustache no matter how carefully I blowdry it, or I can straighten the damn hair and endure the flat, lifeless effect for at least a week before it becomes more natural so that I can keep my hair long from now on.
You see, I can't win. Not with the current hair length.
And now I look like I have solar-absorbing sheets on my head. Wall.E should come look for me if he ever runs out of solar-absorbing sheet replacements.
I remember feeling the exact same way a year ago, when I straightened and dyed my hair pure black. Everyone (guys anyway) seemed to appreciate it, but I was so upset I avoided mirrors for almost two weeks.
I hated it then, and I hate it now. So why did I do it?? Argh.
Coz if I can just be patient and wait it out, maybe a couple of weeks, the hair will regain its bounce somewhat, and my hair did eventually turn out really nice and easy to manage a month after I straightened my hair last year. But I just did my hair yesterday, and still very emotionally raw. I almost screamed at my colleague in front of the whole morning assembly crowd this morning when he commented that I seem to have a fat face today. The hairdo took five friggin' hours and I don't care if the cutest guy there did my hair; Brad Pitt can be the one doing my hair and I'd still get irritated and snappy. And note to hairdresser: Pretentious earthy music is NOT soothing even if it's written so on the CD album cover. The monotonous drone just gets on your customers' nerves. TRUST ME ON THIS.
I need to calm down.
