Of "real" bad hair days

Speaking of bad hair days, there’s nothing unusual about it. Literally speaking, I have had bad hair days every now and then. Yes, we’re talking about real hair here, ay. Haha. Some days my hair is exceptionally gorgeous and other times it’s just mad (!) Ahh, why bother? It’s hardly sensible most of the time. For now, I just can’t wait for my hair to grow back. As in, really grow. The problem with my hair is that it’s stubborn. The curls are crazy at ends and I don’t know how Yana finds it adorable. She told me (or rather joked) that I could go modeling with that hair for Kerastasè, which I think not. It’s not so “Kerastasè”, as I wish it were. Just not fashionable enough to be…well, fashionable. Hmm.

So, as I was saying, I could not have wished for something better than having a well-trimmed, manageable hair. My sister suggests that I should go for some kind of a hair treatment someday, when I really have a great need for it. Just anytime but now. It seems like I might not need it now, but the desire to go for it is eating me up bit by bit every time I see myself in the mirror. My hair is freaking out, alright. And that kinda freaks me out too. Haha.

Say, if I were to have that dream hair of mine, how would it look like? (Hmm, I once thought of having a straight hair, but then, I might look boring with the plain mode.) So, maybe, here’s what I’ll do- I think when my hair is long enough, I would like to keep the curls and maintain the length. And of course, it has to be manageable. Duhh. Would I like to give it some colour? Sure, let’s give it some attitude…I think, rainbow looks cool. Haha. Just kidding. I’m still happy with the current black hair (which turns somewhat brownish when exposed to sunlight). I just like to keep it natural, otherwise.

Oh, have I thought of going bald? Yeah, a few times…but y’know, that only happens when you really wish you didn’t have any. Haha. Maybe, I would go for it if I weren’t so levelheaded. Uh, I’m not talking about Britney if that’s what you’re thinking. She’s going through a lot now, just a real tough time for her. So, we might as well just leave her alone at the moment, ay. I don’t want my happy hair story turn sad now. Lol.

All in all, there I’ve said it. Pretty much about my hair, that is- what’s hot and what’s not. But, that is not to say that I hate my hair altogether. It’s just something I would like to talk about, which frustrates me sometimes. I bet we all have something to say about ourselves that we are not so crazy about, huh? Maybe a lot more. Who knows, we can exchange tips- gimme the "super shampoo" and I’ll tell you how to bake pies. Haha, gosh, I’m rambling now. I know, I know. I’m just trying to be more positive towards my hair alright. I mean, I might love my hair one day.

I might love my hair one day. So help me God.

Ahh, it’s such a relief to pen the word otherwise- love, love, love…

lice free,

r_L