It started out with me getting one of the best haircuts ever, where this really nice lesbian woman gave me a haircut using only a razor. She made it look so easy, and explained to me that it actually WAS quite easy. All I would have to do was go down to Sally's Beauty Supply store and buy a razor. I could do it myself. She gave me a few quick pointers, and off I went.
Over the years, through much trial and error, I've become pretty efficient at cutting my own hair. Yes, I did say trial and error, though. There have been a few times where I have thoroughly screwed up and had to take my head down to a professional hair-cutting salon to have somebody fix what I had destroyed. Before I'd figured out how to use mirrors, apparently, there was the time I asked my roommate to help me out, in trimming the back of my head, where I couldn't see. She ended up trimming it to about 1/8th an inch on the back of my head, which left me in hysterics. (That was my first year of college, and I was still trying to get married.) Then there was the time where I'd used my thinning shears and gone FAR too thin in FAR too many places, leaving my hair a strange choppy/stringy sort of length. It was pretty terrible.
But overall, my experiences have been good, because I'm still cutting my own hair. For me it has become a sort of stress relief. (Probably a really bad fact, but true.) Sometimes I just reach that point where I figure, You know? I'm ready for a change! and then I cut my hair.
Last night I decided to cut my hair again. I'd trimmed my husband's hair that morning, and I was in a hair cutting mood. My bangs were a little too long to style right, the hair behind my ears and at the back of my neck was getting too thick, and overall, I was starting to look more like one of the Beatles. So I decided to cut.
Everything was going perfectly well, like it usually does. In fact, I was pretty happy with the results. I had the length trimmed all about right, and was going through with the razor, trying to roughen up a few of those rough patches. I was razoring the thicker hair on the back of my neck, and behind my right ear, when I became frustrated with my razor blade. It was old, and wasn't doing its best work, so I decided to replace it. I took off the old razor, safely capping it and throwing it away, then screwed a new razor into place, to begin working again.
I turned to my left ear, and with one quick swoop, took off a huge patch of 3 inch hair, leaving not much else behind!
I laughed hysterically, fingering the massive patch, and cursing my underestimation of the abilities of my new, sharp razor blade. My husband came to investigate. His analysis went from, "I can't even tell." to "It's not so bad." to "Maybe if you dyed your hair..." to "Yeah, that's pretty terrible."
After having gone through this so many times, I've learned to not panic. Yeah, it's inconvenient to have a large bald patch behind your ear, but, as with most things, it'll grow back out. It'll heal. It's not worth creating too much havoc. So yes, now I'm wearing headbands, and trying to dye my hair didn't work, but it's not the end of the world.
If all else fails, just shave it all off, or try going for that "Holocaust Victim" look. Always did want to try that one...
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