When people start texting you to say that you’re not blogging enough, you know it’s been a really long time. But alas, I don’t have anything interesting to say. So if your expecting sex talk, bimbo talk (a title that has recently been bestowed upon me), political talk, relationship talk, lack of relationship talk, bollywood talk or religious talk… well, Tata to you because I can’t. I simply can’t.
Mostly because my mind is numb. Worked, spent and numbed. So here we are. It’s the long weekend (but I’m working tomorrow, so much for that) and I can’t believe I have spent the whole day doing sweet fuckall. Infact the only thought I have had all day was whether I should cut my hair. Infact I’ll throw it open to the public, because I don’t have the energy to make this decision alone.
But let me present the case:
So I’m 5 ‘4 1/2. My hair is a little longer than waist long. Its really really thick black black as the night, straight hair. Hmm. These sound positive in words, so let’s call them the pros.
On the flip side. It’s so long that even when I’ve tonged it and serum’ed it, it annoys me immensely about half an hour into letting it be loose and its up in a big bun again, in which I look like an aunty, so what’s the point. Also I’ve had it this long for as long as I can remember and I’m shit bored of it. Physically, because it’s so thick, it’s really heavy and gives me the occasional headache. Then sexually, whilst it definitely attracts the men, it’s actually quite the hindrance during sex itself. You can’t put it up in a bun because no one wants to have sex with anyone in a bun and when it’s loose every kiss always has an element of hair in it. Yes, quite the annoyance as you can see.
But then, as a closing statement ladies and gentlemen, let’s get back to my pheelings. Because pheelings are important in such decisions. See, my hairs been my thing. You know, like a best feature sort of thingy. It’s also what people who don’t remember my name would discuss me by, like my 11th standard anglo Indian accounts tuition teacher “that long haired girl has failed again men”. See the uses!
Also please keep in mind that I hate hate mid length hair. I hate the very mediocrity of it. So it’s either posh spice blunt or let it be this long till I die.
So what to do men? Say me.