I can't stop thinking about my upcoming pixie haircut. What it will look like. How will the back look. Will I get annoyed with side swoopy bangs. Will they get greasy from me swooping them out of the way all day. Will I be able to do it well myself since I'm not very skilled at doing hair. Do they have pomade that doesn't smell like a guy. Will it look shiny. Will people think I'm a man (this is probably my biggest concern, in all seriousness). Can I wear winter hats, or do I need to get earmuffs. Will I cry at the haircut. Will I regret it and wish I kept it long (I doubt that, though). Will I still need to condition. Will guys think it looks hot (my informal polling seems to be NO; guys I know tend to look at me with confusion when I say I'm chopping it off, especially less than shoulder length). Will people who don't know about my tumor ask me why I cut off my long hair. Will they push for more info if I just say I wanted a change. Will I have to tell someone that actually I had brain surgery because of a brain tumor, and screw you for judging me and my short hair. How much will I miss my long hair. I. Can't. STOP!
On the upside, it's kept me distracted and hasn't allowed me to get too freaked out for my MRI next week. Which is definitely a GOOD thing.
All my lady friends keep telling me they're excited to see my new cut. I'm excited for it too! Now if I could just stop thinking about it...
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