My roommate Chyanne has a pretty badass side-cut and has for
a while now. She tried to convince me to get one with her about a month ago,
but I thought way too much about it and chickened out because I thought I’d
look like I got in a fight with a lawn mower and lost. My hair is about 15”
long and so brown it’s almost black. Her hair is only about 8” long at best and
so blonde it’s almost white. Therefore you can’t really tell at a glance that
she has a side-cut. I had made the mistake about two years ago to chop my 18”
straight locks off to about 5” all over. This took what felt like an eternity
to grow back, so you can understand my skepticism to go almost completely bald
in one part of my head.
Although a few nights ago in one of my four-late-nights-a-week
design classes I discussed the idea with a few of my fellow classmates. It once
again put the spur back into my head about getting a side-cut just to do
something different. I pondered it on the way home and called my roommate
before I changed my mind and demanded she shave my head when I get home.
Confozzled, she agreed.
However she also forgot mention until last minute that she
had gone out to eat with two of her coworkers (Trevor and Alex) and that the
two of them were getting quite tipsy and wanted to see our apartment. She
briefed the two of them on the situation quickly before heading out.
As soon as the three of them entered the apartment and
Chyanne directed them in the right direction, Trevor stumbles in, throws his
hands up and exclaims “WHO’S HEAD WE SHAV’IN, YEAAAHH??”
As Chyanne showed the two of them around our little cupboard
of an apartment I was getting out all of the supplies to wack a part of my hair
off. Trying to keep my mind off what I was actually doing, I went over to the
mirror in the dining area, measured out a large chunk of my hair and clipped
the rest back to be cut. I walked into the kitchen and waited patiently for
them to finish their conversation so that we could begin the scalping. Although
the more I stood there and waited, the more I thought about what I was doing.
So instead of waiting I reached over, grabbed the large scissors from the knife
block, grabbed the chunk of my hair and just hacked it off with no regard.
WELP. No turning back now.
Everyone stared at me baffled except Trevor, whom was about
on a 30 second delay. He was looking around at our kitchen and his eyes met the
floor where the large portion of my hair was laying that I just hacked off. “AGH!
THAT’S, WHAT IS THAT? WHO’S HAIR IS THAT?” ………..”ohhhhhhhhhhh. that’s a lot of
hair, woah”. Chyanne and Alex just stared at him completely dumfounded.
I sat down on the stool and Chyanne began to start shaving off
the hacked bits of what was left of my hair. The clippers literally sound and
feel like bees buzzing next to your ear; you boys shush – you might be used to
this but consider I’M A GIRL DANG IT. We don’t typically shave our heads or use
clippers, so this is a completely new feeling for me.
After it was all said and done, I felt the side of my head
and it felt….cold and spiky, much like you’d think Bowser’s shell would feel. I
ended up liking it a lot more than I thought that I would, I’m glad I just
hacked it off without regard. I figure that I’m still young and able to get
away with things like crazy haircuts, why waste the opportunity? Now I can’t
stop petting the side of my head, and it’s totally not weird that I ask
strangers to pet my head like a lost cat. Psh nah.
