a hairy situation

Warning: the post you are about to read may be very much like the warning given in my mission. You have been warned.
>(Has the word "warn" started to look weird yet?)

A favorite quote from one of my favorite movies. And it was all I could think about during my appointment at the hair salon today...

My hair has been driving me crazy for quite some time now. It's super thick, and I have a lot of it. So much so that I often feel like I'm dangerously close to being related to this guy:

So I was looking forward to my appointment tonight. As I was walking over to the chair, I was saying the usual to my stylist: it's too thick, has no style, feels like... well... like Cousin It [unfortunately I did not express that particular concern verbatim].

The second she unraveled my hair from my high bun, she burst out laughing. Actually, it started off as more of a snort [I think it was to protect my feelings?]. And just as quickly as the snort let out, she apologized to me for having such a horrible haircut.

What?! I've been wearing this "horrible haircut" for more than 3 months now! And why was she apologizing? I never met her before. Her salon wasn't the one that ruined my head. I guess it was really bad, and she was just sorry that I was living life that way. Not only did she apologize for my lifestyle choice multiple times, but she called over her other stylist friends to evaluate the situation. I was really embarrassed - my face red, palms sweaty...

BUT good news: I love my haircut. She turned the "worst haircut ever" into a totally manageable head of hair.

Which I guess is why I'm writing a blog post about this [still not sure if that proved my point yet...]. Believe it or not, I was not thrilled about being made fun of by an entire salon of gorgeous stylists with really pretty hair. I was even hard at work reconsidering what kind of tip I would leave her. But, I decided to laugh along.

I totally could've felt attacked and reacted poorly, or not at all, but I thought that that would've made for one long & awkward hair appointment, so I laughed, too. And we had fun, doggone-it.

I swear I have a point...

I think that we need to stop taking life [and ourselves] so seriously. Let's not be afraid to talk with people we don't know, laugh with them, even smile in their direction. From a young age, we're taught that strangers are bad - still something I totally encourage - but then we're never reminded at a later age of the possibility that they may turn out to be good. Laugh at yourself! Laugh at other people [but be nice...]! Maybe one of the coolest things about life is realizing that you're all in it together.