Impulse Hair Adventure

Come to think of it, that makes for a catchy hair salon name, yeah?  It sounds like a very trendy, cutting-edge (pun intended) place to get a new 'do.

Last night, on an impulse, I trimmed my hair.  I know, it doesn't sound like an exciting event, but it was and is a big deal to me.  For a while now my thick Asian hair has been weighing me down, particularly at the severely damaged ends.  They needed to be removed, but I just could not justify spending the time and money at a hair salon to get a little trim, to have the ends snipped off.  I didn't want any drastic change to the length of my hair, as I am trying to grow it out and see how long it can get before I can't tolerate it any more.

I gathered my hair into a high ponytail and made a scissor with the first two fingers of my left hand to hold my hair level, and before my mind caught up with my right hand I made my first snip.  Again, I have the kind of Asian hair that is very thick and coarse, so that first cut sounded more like a crrrunch and several thoughts ran through my head simultaneously:
1.  Dang my hair is thick
2.  I need better scissors.
3.  WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?
4.  ...and so it begins.

My next few cuts were more tentative, and I tried to recall what I had seen in YouTube videos of non-hairdressers cutting their hair at home.  Something like, "Cut into your hair at a 45-degree angle."  This resulted in a giant jagged lock of hair.  I was worried.  But I rearranged my ponytail, twist it slightly, and repeated the process over and over again until all the hairs were more or less the same level.

Alright, and every now and then I checked my progress-- and I was pleased with what I saw.  I probably should have wet the hair first, been more thorough with combing my hair, gotten a friend to help me out.  But I am thoroughly satisfied with the end result.  It was an adventure for me because I have never cut my own hair before, not even when it was the big thing to do in kindergarten during arts and crafts time when we were allowed to use real scissors and not those safety ones made of  plastic that only cut paper if you hold it at exactly the right angle.  I've already run my fingers through my hair enough times to feel really silly and vain.  Yes, hair is just hair, it will grow back and become damaged, but it's amazing how even a small trim can make such a big difference in how my hair feels and how I feel about myself.  Now I can wear my hair down!  Now I can whip my hair back and forth with greater ease, now that the dead weight has been snipped off !  I want to toss my hair over my shoulder like I'm in a hair product commercial!  In short, I feel pretty and witty and gay/bright and I pity any girl who isn't me today/tonight.