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KillahBee
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Okay, so remember I discovered a revolutionary new level of ON POINTedness with a new hair steez a few weeks ago? Well, things went south kinda quick.
First, the barber I went to fucked it up a bit (almost 3 years and haven't found a good one in this area yet...). Then, I didn't get the responses I was hoping for amongst my social group and at work. It's not that I ever let anyone's "bad" reviews dictate my plan of action, but I wasn't even getting the "bad" reviews with the same enthusiasm I have come to love. Then, I wake up and look at the cut and it just wasn't doing it for me.
I'm afraid I have fallen victim to the "Single Woman Over 28 Dating a New Guy" syndrome. You know - the chick really, really, really, really wants a guy so she won't be the last friend to get married in her group so she forces the issue and runs all over town announcing the guy she just met 2 days ago is the nicest guy ever and too good to be true. Yeah, that's me and my hair right now.
Instead of letting my hair free, letting it move in its own way, I forced it. I put it in a box and I product'ed the hell out of it. Tried to define it using my terms. Is no good.
But the worst part is this: I can't change it up right now. For starters, I want to grow it even longer. so essentially, it's in that akward middle stage. Like a tall, lanky, mosquito-boobied 14yo girl, it's still developing. Also, if I change it up now, those that have drunk the Haterade may think their empty jeers have shaken me - the unshake-able.
Confidence, meet All Time Low.
First, the barber I went to fucked it up a bit (almost 3 years and haven't found a good one in this area yet...). Then, I didn't get the responses I was hoping for amongst my social group and at work. It's not that I ever let anyone's "bad" reviews dictate my plan of action, but I wasn't even getting the "bad" reviews with the same enthusiasm I have come to love. Then, I wake up and look at the cut and it just wasn't doing it for me.
I'm afraid I have fallen victim to the "Single Woman Over 28 Dating a New Guy" syndrome. You know - the chick really, really, really, really wants a guy so she won't be the last friend to get married in her group so she forces the issue and runs all over town announcing the guy she just met 2 days ago is the nicest guy ever and too good to be true. Yeah, that's me and my hair right now.
Instead of letting my hair free, letting it move in its own way, I forced it. I put it in a box and I product'ed the hell out of it. Tried to define it using my terms. Is no good.But the worst part is this: I can't change it up right now. For starters, I want to grow it even longer. so essentially, it's in that akward middle stage. Like a tall, lanky, mosquito-boobied 14yo girl, it's still developing. Also, if I change it up now, those that have drunk the Haterade may think their empty jeers have shaken me - the unshake-able.
Confidence, meet All Time Low.
