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07 April 2005 @ 10:05 am
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I had an epiphany the other night of something that would radically change my life: long hair. I need to let my hair grow out again. Yeah, yeah. But seriously--I realized quite suddenly that I am tired of my generic, short, low-maintenance hair. No matter how many inventive dye jobs I give it, it clearly communicates to the world a unisex blandness, a lack of interest. From experience I know that the intermediate stages of growth will be ghastly to behold, like a mad shrubbery obscuring my house--er, face--but maybe I can enlist the help of stylists this time around.

In other thoughts, do you ever want to share an anecdote about yourself that reveals some personal characteristic, but then you pause and think: well, it's okay to share with most readers, but what about that imaginary serial killer? If he learned of my fear of squirrels, my atrophied left arm, etc, who knows what he might do with this indiscreet information? I imagine a killer slowly and carefully collecting casually dropped bits of information to build a revealing mosaic of me, and that one day he'll stalk and abduct me--coming up from the left, of course--and I'll find myself a victim of all my worst fears and bugbears, captive in a room full of squirrels, forced to listen to folk music and wear scratchy underwear, etc.

But I actually like squirrels and folk music and could live with scratchy panties, so I have given nothing away ha ha!

Anyway, I will nervously or maybe bravely confess the fact of my possibly weaker than normal ankles, because I was thinking about horror movies--how some woman is always running through a forest from the killer and trips and falls and you think in a contemptuous Darwinian way, "You weak lame-ass *girl*! You don't *deserve* to live!" But in fact I'd be that woman, because I can trip and twist a foot while walking at a slow pace on a perfectly level surface wearing flat sneakers. So sad.

This morning it was one of those times when there's a heavy cloud cover and light is diffused and somehow omnipresent--the world is suddenly timeless. It isn't nine a.m. or three p.m. It's just a kind of weird stasis, the empty background of dreams or the blank canvas of a story.

I make no sense but I kill some time.

ETA: I do not have an atrophied left arm, by the way. It is strong from lifting peeps.
 
 
 
Lumenara Dhahm: face!lumenara on April 7th, 2005 05:11 pm (UTC)
Heh. I have crazy long hair, because I've been growing it out for the donation-thing, but I don't want it to actually be *short* after I cut off the ten inches required. Which needs to happen soon. It's past my elbows!

But in fact I'd be that woman, because I can trip and twist a foot while walking at a slow pace on a perfectly level surface wearing flat sneakers.

If you were demonstrating the good sense to be wearing sneakers, then you would not be that woman. *g*
Lumenara Dhahm: hey!lumenara on April 7th, 2005 05:13 pm (UTC)
And this: This morning it was one of those times when there's a heavy cloud cover and light is diffused and somehow omnipresent--the world is suddenly timeless. It isn't nine a.m. or three p.m. It's just a kind of weird stasis, the empty background of dreams or the blank canvas of a story.

I missed that the first time, but it's a lovely example of the elegant way you have of describing essences.
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Laura Shapirolaurashapiro on April 7th, 2005 05:26 pm (UTC)
I had an epiphany the other night of something that would radically change my life: long hair. I need to let my hair grow out again.

Oh god. My heart pangs to read this.

I had a similar epiphany about three years ago, and I've been in hell ever since. Every day I think about cutting mine off, and every day I am stopped by my memory of the deer-in-headlights expression P. gets when I mention the idea. What is it with straight boys and long hair?

Anyway, you will definitely suffer less by getting it trimmed and styled regularly by professionals, but yeah, you're still going to have to face the always-in-your-eyes stage and the mushroom stage and the shag stage. You're a brave woman to contemplate this.
Malkin Greymalkingrey on April 7th, 2005 06:50 pm (UTC)
What is it with straight boys and long hair?

I don't know, but it's so universal as to be practically diagnostic of straightness. The last time I cut my hair, my husband made pathetic "you are going to grow it back long again someday, right?" noises for a solid month, until I finally caved. He has many excellent qualities, so I forgive him -- but if I should happen to predecease him, getting my hair cut really really short is going to be one of the consolations of my widowhood.
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Valancyvalancy on April 7th, 2005 05:33 pm (UTC)
I do that exact same thing, the double check - are you going to use this against me$ hmmmmm? *eyes lj shiftily*
Trepkos: tarttrepkos on April 7th, 2005 05:41 pm (UTC)
I haven't had more than an inch cut off my hair since I had to get it cut following a disaster with home bleaching in 1984, and haven't been to a hairdresser since my wonderful wiry bespectacled Glaswegian hairdresser left Jersey under a tax-related cloud in 1991!
So I've saved myself probably more than a grand since then.
Long hair isn't so hard, as long as you remember to comb it before you wash it, and don't scrunch it all over the place when you shampoo - just smooth it in the right direction like they do in the salon.
And never try to comb starting from the top - get the tangles out of the ends first.
I will never cut my hair, even when I'm old.
Trepkos: pensivetrepkos on April 7th, 2005 06:05 pm (UTC)
"short, low-maintenance hair"

Short hair is high maintenance though, isn't it?
All you have to do with long hair is comb it a couple of times a day...
...thus speaks a style warrior! Not!
Anna S.: scary_girleliade on April 7th, 2005 06:06 pm (UTC)
All you have to do with long hair is comb it a couple of times a day...

Not if your hair is MUTANT KUDZU! Like mine.
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squeeze me, stomp me,  make me winemoosesal on April 7th, 2005 06:29 pm (UTC)
I used to be a runner. Great ankles (unfortunately, I have bad knees, but that's anothe story). Good ankles, however, didn't stop me from falling while walking to my car. I ended up on crutches with an air cast for a severe sprain and all I did was step funny.

So if I heard that you'd been running from a serial killer and fell and he got you, I wouldn't think, "Stupid girl with weak ankles." I'd be too busy being sad and missing you.

And I know what you mean about how much to tell or not to tell. You just never know who's reading unless you lock all posts to private -- because even someone who you think you know could end becoming crazy, psycho killer.

and on that light note, good luck with the hair
Destinadestina on April 7th, 2005 06:30 pm (UTC)
In other thoughts, do you ever want to share an anecdote about yourself that reveals some personal characteristic, but then you pause and think: well, it's okay to share with most readers, but what about that imaginary serial killer?

LOL! Usually I think OMG THESE PEOPLE HAVE JUST SEEN MY EMOTIONAL UNDERWEAR deletedeletedeletedelete instead. *g*
Trepkostrepkos on April 7th, 2005 07:38 pm (UTC)
I'm OK, I wear my underwear on the outside...
Herself_nycherself_nyc on April 7th, 2005 06:36 pm (UTC)
I agree about the hair. Longer would be better on you--but find a good stylist. Don't just let it grow willy nilly and then leave it there. Only women in their teens and twenties can get away with plain ole long hair with a part--after that you need a decent cut/shape/structure. That's my free advice. ;)

I do not have an atrophied left arm, by the way. It is strong from lifting peeps.

Oooh.
Trepkos: Antstrepkos on April 7th, 2005 07:38 pm (UTC)
"Only women in their teens and twenties can get away with plain ole long hair with a part"

- uh-oh! I'm in trouble...!
tabaquitabaqui on April 7th, 2005 06:44 pm (UTC)
You're right. Long hair will save you.
In fact - it should be the LAW. Everyone should have long hair.
Yes yes.
:)

Good luck with that. I used a lot of those stretch headbands when i finally let my stupid bangs grow out. Like...fifteen years ago. A la Alice in Wonderland, you know? At least it was out of my face.
Trepkos: Spiketrepkos on April 7th, 2005 07:37 pm (UTC)
I think attitudes to hair may be parentally determined - I was forced to have short hair as a kid, so now I am determined to always have it long!
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Barb: barbrahirah on April 7th, 2005 10:14 pm (UTC)
I always wished for long, thick, lustrous hair. Alas, while I can grow it fairly long, it remains stubbornly thin and non-lustrous. So I punish it with scissors.
Kat Allisonkatallison on April 7th, 2005 11:29 pm (UTC)
I'm sitting here trying to picture you with long hair, and so far my imagination is failing me; I keep coming up with Anna-in-a-Cher-wig. But I have no doubt you would look lovely, whatever is going on with your hair. *smootch*
Anna S.: scary_girleliade on April 7th, 2005 11:46 pm (UTC)
Hee. I wish I had a decent picture of me with long hair to show you. Some guy took one of me at 18 that I remember loving, but I don't have a copy. I always think of it nostalgically and wistfully as the perfect picture of me in my bloom of youth. Sigh. But I will find a way to show off my hair to you when it is wild and freaky long and lustruous. *g*
Pamgoosegirl9 on April 8th, 2005 05:24 am (UTC)
Wait! You eat peeps with your left hand! Mwaa-ha-ha-ha-ha! This was the missing piece of information! I shall take the next train to keel you!