Today I got my haircut for the first time in ages. My haircut routine over the last couple of years is to subject myself to the whim of student hairdressers at the local Biba academy. It's cheap and has worked out pretty well so far. My spiel is that I like a cut that is a bit avant-garde and different, I like asymmetrical, I don't mind very short cuts and long/short combinations but am happy with whatever. I'm pretty open to whatever they throw at me and have had some great cuts as a result. I thought I would get a haircut as a springboard to getting off my arse and changing my life. I figured that if I look the part, it will help to give me that little push in the right direction.
But today's haircut was different. I gave the hairdresser my standard brief but I got a really boring cut. It's a very slightly asymmetrical layered bob which looks incredibly bog standard ordinary, beige if you will. I usually can't visualise what hairdressers describe. I just go along with whatever they suggest and it seems to work out, but this is not what I was expecting at all. I didn't have the heart to tell her. I didn't know how to ask her to make it better so I just feigned approval and got out of there.
I can't help but wonder if I came across as a boring person and she's given me a haircut to match. I certainly feel like more of a boring person lately but didn't expect it to show so much to others. Granted, I haven't been dressing as creatively as I normally do, but I didn't realise it had come to this. I have begun to feel bored of myself. I seem to always be tired from work, I can't motivate myself to exercise, I want to play more music but don't get around to it very much, I start but then abandon job hunting, songwriting, mixing, sewing and craft projects... I'm good at keeping the house tidy, reading books and pissing around on the net but where's the fun in that? Urgh! What a boring person I've become! It's like I've entered a spiral of boring that is slowly sucking me in and turning me beige. Is this what's called 'letting yourself go'?
I've been giving this quite a bit of thought and think that a factor may be lack of time to pursue these things so I have decided to ask for more flexible working arrangements, equivalent to about a 9-day fortnight. Hopefully my boss will approve it. I shall cross my fingers and toes and maybe the funny walk I will do as a result will counteract this dull haircut.
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