I’ve had some variation of shoulder-length blonde hair for, oh, probably the past ten years. And you know what? I hated it!! I never styled it, never did anything with it, was always wearing it in either a ponytail or one of those stupid clippies. What’s the point? So today, the day before my trip to Cali-for-ni-ay for the family reunion, I was going to get a mani/pedi, and I thought, “I need a haircut too,” and I get to the place and start looking through the books, and this really short hairstyle really appealed to me and I thought What the fuck? Why not? I want to go back to wash & wear hair. Nothing blowing in my face, no hair going in my mouth, it just SITS there. And I DID it! OMG it looks CUTE! I guarantee my family will all have spontaneous bouts of diarrhea when they see it, but dammit it looks good! And it’s so easy. It’s going to take about zero point five seconds to style it with the blow dryer. I am so glad I chose the “shit” option in “shit or get off the pot”. Sometimes you just gotta go for it. I am psyched.
So, off to California at the break of dawn tomorrow, I have to leave my house at 5:30 am for the airport (already crying inside). I will be back on Sunday but then I have ECT on Monday so look for me on Tuesday (if the planes don’t crash). Getting in airplanes always makes me morbid. I’ll be seein’ ya! Peaches.
Filed under: Bipolar, Bipolar Disorder, Bipolar ECT, Psychology Shmyshmology, The Power Of A Haircut Tagged: Bipolar, Hope, Humor, Mental Illness, Psychology, Reader