IT WAS ABOUT TIME part 1
I woke up that morning like any other. Hit the snooze button a few times and over slept a little. By the time I got out of bed my roommate Sharon was in the shower so I wouldn’t get time to take one. So I got myself ready at my dresser mirror instead of the bathroom applying some light make-up. My hair was a mess and I did my usual tie-it-up in a little ponytail.
I have been struggling with my hair as I have been trying to grow it out, I had cut it into a short bob about 9 months ago and hated it. One day on my lunch hour I decided on a whim to go into a salon at the mall where I work and asked for a bob. The lady was a bit older and it was not a very expensive salon so instead of getting a posh style bob that I was thinking about, she ended up cutting it in a short box style bob with a fringe. I could tell right away as she was cutting it that it was going to be a disaster, but it was too late so nothing you could do about it.
I’ve been growing my hair ever since and now it was finally at a length where it can just barely reach a ponytail. I am getting fed up with it, I can’t where it down as it looks hideous and the ponytail looks stupid as it is still too short, and short bits of hair stick out of the elastic. I need to clip sections of hair up to keep it in a ponytail. That haircut was the biggest regret of my life and I really miss my long hair. Part of me wants to just chop it all off as it looks terrible, but part of me also wants to let it keep growing. I am terrified to go back for another haircut after the last one so I don’t know what to do with myself.
I quickly got into the bathroom and brushed my teeth before heading out the door. No time for breakfast so it will be Tim Horton’s this morning for me. I got to the mall and I parked at the rear entrance like usual, even though I work at the other end of the mall I like to park at the rear as there is a little Barbershop at that entrance that I like to look into when I come to and from work.
I don’t know why but I love looking in there. I love it when there is a cute guy sitting in their getting a haircut, the look of it is sexy with him caped in the chair. If I am lucky there will be someone in their usually around when I go home and as this is Friday, chances are better to see a guy getting a haircut for the weekend. The barbers or older Italian guys and friendly so they usually nod or wave when I come and go from work, I kind of like that friendly daily interaction with them.
Lately I’ve been so fed up with my hair that I imagine myself going into that barbershop and just cutting it all off real short. Sometimes after work as I walk towards the shop I try to build up my nerve to just walk right in there and ask for a haircut, but I psych myself out at the last minute, getting to my car with a slight bit of disappointment.
When I got my bob it took a lot for me to work myself up to go through with it as I had been thinking about it for a while. I work at reception at a dentist so on my lunch I would go down to the mall and try and work up the nerve to walk into that salon and tell them to cut a bob. I had long hair all my life so the thought of cutting it was so exhilarating for me. I was so proud when I finally went through with it and scared as hell. I was so disappointed with the haircut after and upset with myself for doing it, lots of regret in the end.
Now I am at the point where I am just tired of dealing with it. I am past regret as I have to live with it the best I can. It will take at least another year and a half to two years for it to get to the long length it once was, so I was at the point where I just wanted to give up.
Today was a different turn of events then my usual Friday. There was a snowstorm in the forecast for the evening drive home so the dentist decided to reschedule the afternoon appointments, he said I could work through my lunch and leave at 2 o’clock instead of 5 to try and beat the storm. I got through all my filing and shut the office down at 2 and we all left for the day. I was walking through the mall thinking of what I could do for the rest of the day and my thoughts went to my barbershop walk-by. I was thinking to myself, is today the day I finally go through with it?
I have been struggling with my hair as I have been trying to grow it out, I had cut it into a short bob about 9 months ago and hated it. One day on my lunch hour I decided on a whim to go into a salon at the mall where I work and asked for a bob. The lady was a bit older and it was not a very expensive salon so instead of getting a posh style bob that I was thinking about, she ended up cutting it in a short box style bob with a fringe. I could tell right away as she was cutting it that it was going to be a disaster, but it was too late so nothing you could do about it.
I’ve been growing my hair ever since and now it was finally at a length where it can just barely reach a ponytail. I am getting fed up with it, I can’t where it down as it looks hideous and the ponytail looks stupid as it is still too short, and short bits of hair stick out of the elastic. I need to clip sections of hair up to keep it in a ponytail. That haircut was the biggest regret of my life and I really miss my long hair. Part of me wants to just chop it all off as it looks terrible, but part of me also wants to let it keep growing. I am terrified to go back for another haircut after the last one so I don’t know what to do with myself.
I quickly got into the bathroom and brushed my teeth before heading out the door. No time for breakfast so it will be Tim Horton’s this morning for me. I got to the mall and I parked at the rear entrance like usual, even though I work at the other end of the mall I like to park at the rear as there is a little Barbershop at that entrance that I like to look into when I come to and from work.
I don’t know why but I love looking in there. I love it when there is a cute guy sitting in their getting a haircut, the look of it is sexy with him caped in the chair. If I am lucky there will be someone in their usually around when I go home and as this is Friday, chances are better to see a guy getting a haircut for the weekend. The barbers or older Italian guys and friendly so they usually nod or wave when I come and go from work, I kind of like that friendly daily interaction with them.
Lately I’ve been so fed up with my hair that I imagine myself going into that barbershop and just cutting it all off real short. Sometimes after work as I walk towards the shop I try to build up my nerve to just walk right in there and ask for a haircut, but I psych myself out at the last minute, getting to my car with a slight bit of disappointment.
When I got my bob it took a lot for me to work myself up to go through with it as I had been thinking about it for a while. I work at reception at a dentist so on my lunch I would go down to the mall and try and work up the nerve to walk into that salon and tell them to cut a bob. I had long hair all my life so the thought of cutting it was so exhilarating for me. I was so proud when I finally went through with it and scared as hell. I was so disappointed with the haircut after and upset with myself for doing it, lots of regret in the end.
Now I am at the point where I am just tired of dealing with it. I am past regret as I have to live with it the best I can. It will take at least another year and a half to two years for it to get to the long length it once was, so I was at the point where I just wanted to give up.
Today was a different turn of events then my usual Friday. There was a snowstorm in the forecast for the evening drive home so the dentist decided to reschedule the afternoon appointments, he said I could work through my lunch and leave at 2 o’clock instead of 5 to try and beat the storm. I got through all my filing and shut the office down at 2 and we all left for the day. I was walking through the mall thinking of what I could do for the rest of the day and my thoughts went to my barbershop walk-by. I was thinking to myself, is today the day I finally go through with it?
