Hairy Thoughts

Posted: January 17, 2008 in All and Sundry, Musings
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Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep…”

— Pablo Neruda / I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair

December 25 was a day of drastic changes in my appearance. That was the day I decided to cut my long hair short to chin length, a bob but not quite a bob. More than that, I also opted to choose a major make-over– I allowed the hairstylist from Ystilo, Mr A. who is such an artist, to choose my hairstyle then also allowed him to have my hair relaxed. Now I have more or less straight hair, a far cry from the wavy-close-t0-curly do I was born with.More…

For the past six months or so, I have been rearing to cut my hair short because I felt really restless, and also because I’m not used to having long hair that goes beyond my shoulders. I would have wanted to have my hair shaved into a skinned head much like the one I had back in college, but I was so sure some, if not most of the people I know, would run after me with a pitchfork shouting: “Alien! Alien!”

The reason why it took me such a long time to decide to cut my hair was because I wanted to prove to my friends and family that I can STAND having long hair. Yet the process of enduring several months of growing hair was also spurned by the need to prove something other than endurance. I remember telling my sister Rose that I wouldn’t cut my hair until I get what I wished for.

A poet once told me that hair is collection of memories– every strand tells a story of your life. And to keep those memories is to hold on to life as it were, as it is now. I think letting go of my long hair is an act of moving on, of choosing not to be there but here, of choosing see “the other side of the hill” as Alastair Reid puts it.

Now, honestly I feel so much lighter with my short hair. I grew up with short hair, even shorter than the one I sport now. As I blog this now, I am enjoying blowing off wisps of bangs from my face and giggling at the fact that I am so concerned about topics as mundane as hair.

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