What a way to go!

12/31/08-Well, with this being the last day I decided to go out with a bang, little did i know just how much of a bang it would be!

For about a year now i’ve toyed with the idea of cutting my hair short (up until about 3pm this afternoon it was shoulder length), my father’s side of the family is Haitain and the women in his family have good growing hair and if i got nothing else from him, I got that and have always enjoyed having long-ish hair. Well today i decided that in order to possibly change my luck for ‘09 that I would start off the year with a fresh start aka look. I had an appointment to relax my hair and decided that today would be the day to go short. I explained to my hairdresser that it could not be too short as I’m unexperienced with such dos and did not want to wake up the next day in full tears when my hair had gone flat, i even showed her the style of one of the customers and said “i want that!” i thought we both had the same idea. I even went as far as showing her the size flat iron that i have and said “i need to be able to use that one all over my hair when i done” she said fine and cutting she began. When she was done I said “you know what, take off just a wee bit more” why oh flipping why did I utter those words, the woman then began to behave as though she had a close and personal relationship with Edward Scissor Hands…she cut and cut and cut and cut and when I put my hands in my head, i had no more hair. I got pissed, vex and even shed a few tears. she saw my face and began to tell me all sorts of fuckery about how my hair would last two weeks, how I could go to Ricky’s and get another sized flat iron (never mind the Chi that I have cost me close to a freaking $100 and this heffa wanted me to purchase another one because she got scissor happy). I was pissed pissed pissed, I felt as though I was gonna have a panic attack, i even felt as though I was beginning to suffer from the early stages of PTSS – post tramatic scissor syndrome. I’m not happy kids…if this is how my 2008 ended and i’m going to wake up this cut in 2009, it’s hard for me to “keep hope alive”, this sure is not “change we can believe in”. i can’t even tell you how much I spend for this cut that I am very unhappy with and never mind my precious time. I got there at 1:30 and never left until sometime after 8pm and very very very unhappy might I add.

A friend of mine could not understand how or why i was this upset, well originally i had not mentioned the butchered  hair cut, but I dont think that a man would have fully understood anyway. I mean if a guy gets a messed up cut, a few days later his hair would have grown back. I’ve got at least a good 2 to 3 months ahead of me before I can see a change. To a woman (at least a black woman) her hair is her crown, so to have it fucked up is NOT a good thing and can be very traumatizing.

Father in the Heavens above…please watch over me (and all my loved ones) as I enter 2009.