Thursday, 3 March 2011

Hair.

Is it a coincidence that over the course of university, as I have grown as a person, my hair has gone the opposite way?

When I started I was pretty rubbish. I hated life and everyone in it. I wanted to shout at things but didn't have the balls to actually do it which left my head in a state of bitter confusion and I ended up just shouting at myself.
I also had the hair of Micheal Jackson, a few weeks after he'd died.

When I leave I'll have a lot more faith in myself. I still won't be that keen on a lot of life and I'll still want to shout at things, I'll still not do it (but not due to lack of balls, more due to being better than that,) but my head will be an awful lot more peaceful.
Sure, there are still a lot of times when it goes to places I'd like to avoid, but I get over them quicker than I used to. I cope better.

Is it largely due to the fact I now have a ridiculous hair cut that I somehow convince myself I can maintain with my own hands despite having seen several examples of evidence to the contrary?

Probably not.

Although I don't feel the need to hide behind it anymore. I quite like my face being out there. I quite like being approached and included and talked to. I like doing it back.

It's taken me a hell of a long time to get there, but I don't want to stop going places now.

Hopefully this won't mean shaving more of my hair off.
I'd look terrible bald.