I swear, my family is full of hypochondriacs. Me too. It is terrible. Sometimes everything is fine and dandy and I’m not worried about anything in particular, but all of a sudden I’ll be acutely concerned about anywhere from 1-4 things. Like, currently? I’m concerned that I’m a) losing my hearing, b) my hair is falling out. But see, when I say those things aloud to somebody else or write them here in my blog, they are obviously totally just whackjobbery straight from my brain. Which is part of why I’m stating this right here right now.
I honestly think the hair thing is just part of a hair crisis in general, in which I had to find a stylist who was not my awesome person in Rochester for the first time and OH MY GOD. Just. Why do people not understand FINE but WAVY HAIR. Because they don’t! They’re all like “whoa! really fine hair! you need lots of layers that are as disparate and choppy as possible!” But. NO. I don’t know. I think there’s some kind of intuitive art of understanding people’s weird hair types, and it’s something my Rochester stylist had. Because she just…was so awesome. Sometimes I think it’s worth a trip back to Rochester to get my hair cut (and for $15?!?!). On a similar note, people who specialize in curly hair tend to cut my wavy hair quite amazingly. This current haircut…it actually wasn’t bad at first, but shit, when it started to grow out I knew there was going to be a problem with the layering.
And I would blame my hair, but my hair is AWESOME. Seriously. It may be weird if it’s got a crappy cut, but it’s so soft and shiny and…cool. Not to mention a color I can’t even pinpoint the origins of within my family of mostly dark-haired people. And it’s occurring to me that…this is all I am. A bundle of nice features that require EXPENSIVE and VERY SPECIFIC treatment, and because I don’t have money or the resources, I just turn into what I feel is a mass of frump. Another example would be my size 10, narrow-heeled feet. I see shoes I like, I try them on, and I take a trip to sad-town because my feet and especially heels are just so dang narrow, nothing really FITS comfortably or without my feet falling out of them. But they’re lovely, shapely feet and ankles, and at least I’ve got that, right?
Anyway. I have a haircut scheduled for a different place on Thursday. When I called in the receptionist actually ASKED ME ABOUT MY HAIR TYPE and I got really really excited that this was important for them to know in advance. Like, really excited.
So yeah. I just talked about hair. For two paragraphs.
I am sorry.