i know. two posts in one day is a bit ridiculous, but i had to share this moment...once in a while, i get this urge...
to grow my hair.
the ridiculously unfortunate reality is that, unlike going the other way (long to short), going short to long is not something instantaneous and liberating.
it's like pulling teeth...slowly...over the course of several months or years with really crappy pliers that don't have grips...and are on fire.
as it stands, looking at where my hair is now, it would take me upwards of a year and a half to grow my hair longish...
along with that comes the highly displeasing angry/awkward lengths where you find yourself looking like a cross between a helmet and a mullet...a hellet or mumet, if you will.
...you try to defend yourself against it...you use bobby pins and hair product...
...and then end up looking like you're 10.
oh, it's painful.
...and that's why my urges subside quickly.
...and, no, i'm not getting extensions. i refuse.
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