The Hair Anecdote
For as long I can remember, my hair hasn't exactly been prone to behaving. The only way to tame it - and for only four to five months at a time - would be to have it rebonded in a salon. Back when I was a high school student, rebonding was incredibly expensive, so I didn't do it that often. However, it has gotten quite cheaper now that perming is the new in thing, so I'm finally able to have good hair days... but I digress. Anyway, let me continue describing my not-so-luscious locks. To say that it's unruly would be an understatement - as a matter of fact, i still can't help but believe that my hair has its own little world that I had completely no control over. Throughout my four years in high school, I did everything that I could to try to make my hair at the very least look presentable, but unfortunately, nothing I did seemed to work. However, there was always a way to make my hair look unlike a bird's nest for a change, but strangely enough, I never once did it. It would take only about thirty seconds flat to pull my hair back into a ponytail, thus making me look rather well-kept, but not once have I ever entertained this notion. Instead, I opted to traipse around my high school's corridors looking like the incarnate of Medusa.
Here we go, I'm finally at the heart of this post. Back then, all my friends are used to seeing me with my messy hair, so they don't really comment about it anymore. My atrocious hair became somewhat of a norm. As a result, I couldn't help but feel that it was easier to look bad because people were used to it rather than to actually look good and thus incur people's attention, possibly making them talk about me. In a nutshell, despite of the fact that I always campaign that change is inevitable, even its simplest manifestation scares me. Quite honestly, just thinking about what could have transpired should I have worn my hair in a ponytail during my high school years still has me fervently thanking the heavens that I have finally left that part of my life behind. Maybe one day, I'll finally be able to consciously inspire change within myself by my own doings.
Change can be a person's best friend, or his worse enemy. It's up to you decide what it should be in your life.
Here we go, I'm finally at the heart of this post. Back then, all my friends are used to seeing me with my messy hair, so they don't really comment about it anymore. My atrocious hair became somewhat of a norm. As a result, I couldn't help but feel that it was easier to look bad because people were used to it rather than to actually look good and thus incur people's attention, possibly making them talk about me. In a nutshell, despite of the fact that I always campaign that change is inevitable, even its simplest manifestation scares me. Quite honestly, just thinking about what could have transpired should I have worn my hair in a ponytail during my high school years still has me fervently thanking the heavens that I have finally left that part of my life behind. Maybe one day, I'll finally be able to consciously inspire change within myself by my own doings.
Change can be a person's best friend, or his worse enemy. It's up to you decide what it should be in your life.