You guys are gonna laugh at this, but I have one more hair anecdote before I get to my novella.
Come on, when have I been one to follow rules? Even my own.
As a little kid, I had long hair. Like, really long. Up until grade 2 – when I decided I NEEDED a fashionable (“fashionable”) bob-with-bangs cut – I had long, beautiful hair down to my bum.
For the record, I don’t remember my hair as long and beautiful, but as PAINFUL TO COMB. As an adult, though, I can imagine how sad my mom was to see my gorgeous hair get chopped off.
I always wore my hair down, because my mom thought there was no point in having long, beautiful hair if it would always be in a ponytail (fair enough, Mom!), so naturally, my hair was always in my face. I would remedy this situation by over-exaggeratedly flipping my hair back, over my shoulder, first on one side, then on the other.
Large movements, everyone. Laaaaarge movements.
It was basically like this:
Except not as cool, because I’ve always been a nerd.
SIDENOTE: I will NEVER apologize for LOVING that song.
Anyway, one day I was at a birthday party for two friends and their mom was video recording us while we played in their backyard. Because I was super close with these two girls, I stayed after the party was over to watch some movies with them.
SIDENOTE: This was also the day I became obsessed with the movie Jaws, at age seven. Amazing.
So we watched these movies, and then we decided we wanted to watch some of the birthday party footage. My friends’ mom put it on for us.
I WAS HORRIFIED.
I stared at myself on video, mouth gaping open. What on earth was I doing with my hair? Why was I doing it every 30 seconds?! WHY DID I LOOK SO STUPID AND ANNOYING?!
And from that day on, I weaned myself off the hair flip.
(And then I chopped off all my hair.)
Lesson learned: We should all video record ourselves to recognize and stop our irritating body twitches and habits.
I’d be nervous to do it now.