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John Eisel/YourHub.com
Article Contributed on: 2/20/2007 4:02:36 PM
I don't like having a lot of hair.
Every couple of weeks I make sure my wife cuts my hair with a $35 pair of barber clippers that has probably saved us more than $250 since we bought it. A nice 3-3 and a half all the way around.
My distaste for hair stems from middle and high school, when hair started to be something I actually paid attention to. After taking a shower, I'd spend 10 minutes trying to get it the way I wanted it to look (which is ironic, since I tended to be at least 10 minutes late for school every day) and by noon it was a big mess on my head.
I have two hypotheses for these reasons: First is because I can't not run my hands through my hair when it gets long. Second is because I tried sylting my hair in a way contrary to its long, thick curviness.
During the summer between my junior and senior year of high school, I shaved it damn near off as I was going to spend a month in Honduras with friends.
The best part was not having to worry about it. I think my scholastic years would have been much less stressful if I had just shaved it off (or at least kept it pretty damn short - which I've pretty much done since then.)
One unfortunate side effect of having my hair so short is that I look apparently look like a skinhead when its short. Or even more like a serial killer than with lots of hair. Don't take my opinion for granted - ask my mom or wife.
Well, after keeping it short for pretty much the last five years, it's gotten long. And intentionally.
I've used my hatred of hair as motivation for losing weight. Until I drop 10 pounds (to 180), I can't cut my hair. Thus the predicament I'm in now, as you can see with my hair.