I think I might have made a decision. It is one I have been deliberating over for the last year or two.
I have short hair. I have had short hair since I chopped it all off from my mid-back sometime around the age of 18. I love having short hair, and know that I look better with it than I did with my bizarre, rather unattractive mess from high school.
I was born with curly blond hair that everyone insisted was adorable. Then it turned into the uninspiring dishwater blond color it is today, lost all its curl, and became pin-straight. One morning when I was fourteen, I woke up with my hair in unexpected ringlets. Now my hair does half and half. Or at least it did for the four years following that mysterious morning. And I imagine it still would do so, were it long enough.
The half-and-half look really isn't that attractive; it is sort of all over the place and crazy with part of the head in wild curls and part of it just sort of chilling in a poofy, semi-crazed rendition of straight hair.
But I'm gonna grow it out anyway. This is not the time to do so, I know, seeing as how the weather is turning and my neck will get icky hot with the new little whisps of hair that will begin crawling down it. And I will have no means of putting up said hairs in a cute and casual ponytail, so they will most certainly drive me insane and I will complain to anybody aware of my hair-growing projects about the unbearable hairs on my neck.
But I'm bored of the short hair thing. And sort of sick of it, really.
The real problem is that I am horribly sick of getting my haircut every other month. It's a constant issue - everytime I get my haircut, I hate it for two weeks, feel ok with it for three or four, and then start stressing about needing to get it cut again. I'm tired of that, and it's burning a hole in my pocket.
And I know people say that short hair is less work than long hair, but I don't agree. Granted, I'm the type of girl that puts as little effort into her physical appearance as possible in the morning, but I still feel that putting my hair into barettes will forever be more work than putting it up into a lazy bun. Barettes require some degree of precision, and, additionally, with my short hair, I cannot leave the house in the morning without at least having applied some water to calm the wildness a bit. I don't know what it is about sleeping, but somehow my usually rather obedient hair throws a private party while I am catching my nightly Zs. Every morning, I wake up with all 2-3 inches of my hair sticking straight up, and if I nod "yes" at any moment before I make some sort of attempt at styling, my head my hair does a most unappealing flopping movement with each nod.
All my friends make fun of it, insisting that it is cute - like a little kid who has just woken up. The problem is that it is far less cute when the delivery guy or a neighbor rings my doorbell at noon and I still haven't gotten out of bed. As I sleep in my birthday suit, when these sorts of things happen, I have to make the decision between answering the door fully clothed or with reasonable hair. Clothes always win, and I am forever amazed at how well the delivery people take not only having to climb up six flights of stairs to to get to my front door, but also the horrible head of hair that usually answers on the other side. I have only had a few that have outright laughed at me.
I figure I'll grow this mane of mine out and then chop it all off again when I'm sick of the long lustrous locks. I have no fear of chopping it all off because I know what I look like with short hair. Actually, I am sort of afraid of how I'll look with long hair. Drab, perhaps.
When I see before and afters of women who have chopped off their hair, I almost always prefer the short 'do to the long one. I know men almost unanimously prefer long hair, but I think it's so desperately unexciting. Short hair is usually more spunky and fun, and it opens up the woman's face so much more. Long hair is the norm, short hair indicates a sense of adventure and individualism. I might just be pulling this out of my ass, but I think part of it is true. The only thing that will make having long hair exciting for me is that I have forgotten what it is like to have it (although I have recurring dreams in which I have long hair), and I'll probably spend the first few months of officially having long hair just playing with it and brushing it.
So get ready folks. I am going to have a steady six months of bad hair days, one after another. We'll see if I can stand it. I might abandon this project as quickly as I have decided to take it on. That is to say, in 24 hours.
I'm growing my hair out, too. It's to my collarbone now, but I had to struggle through those horrible months of mid-neck length hair. I also prefer shorter hair, but got bored of it. Good luck!
i'm about to cut all of it really short. it takes me very little time for me to get bored with my hair. somedays i just start cutting and see where i end up. i'm pretty sure my floormates thing i'm bonkers. it's great fun. but someone asked me to trim their hair once ... so there. and a couple of people decided to shave their heads after they gave their recital (which was good since one had a mullet) ... they're so hot. maybe i'll shave my head. nothing like a little shock treatment for those kids i'll be counseling this summer.
That is the fun part of short hair - you can sort of cut it in any way you like. Or at least, that's what i always thought. I once went to the hairdresser a month or two after a friend of mine just "cleaned up" the back of my head a bit, and when I got to the salon, the guy looked at my head and said, "Who the hell has been messing with your hair?"
Funny stuff.
And on the shaved head tip - dude, I would so dig it. I think that looks great on a lot of chicks. I just know that I don't have the balls. Not just yet, anyway. Maybe after I grow my hair down to my ass or something. Just to be really drastic.
Shave your head lee. You may not have the balls, but the best way to grow balls is to simply do something you don't have the balls to do. After a few days you'll love the freedom and lightness of a shaved head, and it'll probably be jaw-dropping sexy, too. And last but not least, you'll save money. A one-time fee of 20-50 Euro for a machine, and you'll never again have to visit the hairdresser. (Yes yes, I shaved my head a month ago and love it.)