excruciatingly mundane detail of the day

by mg at 08:51 AM on May 08, 2001

I got my hair cut over the weekend.

Right now, it is about the shortest it has been in 15 years, to back in the days when my mom would force me to get my head shaved before heading off to summer camp every year. You see, my summer camp was notoriously plagued by numerous cases of head lice. Just like any self-respecting summer camp should be.

I used to really hate getting my hair cut.

I went to the same summer camp for four summers, until I was 13 or 14, when it closed down. I didn't really want to go to a new camp and be the outsider. It is hard enough being 13 or 14 around your friends. My summer camp was also notoriously known for its virginity ending magic. So, even though I was just hitting puberty full-stride and feeling all giddy with the chance to further explore the budding sexual urges that had been tempted and teased the summer before, I decided to not start up at a new camp.

That summer I may have missed out on sex, but I was able to get by without getting my first haircut. That first summer I didn't go to camp became the last time in the next seven years that I got my hair cut.

After letting my hair grow incredibly long, even down to the middle of my back at its longest, I got it cut about a year before graduating from college. It was time. I mean, I wasn't listening to Metallica and Sabbath any more, why the hell should I be keeping the hardrock hairdo?

Since then, I've kept it short, but not too short.

It had been more than 2 months since I got my last cut, and I was kind of growing my hair out. Well, actually, I'd been letting my hair grow not so much out of a desire to let my hair grow long as a complete laziness in taking the time out to go get it cut. Considering that the majority of that two months was spent doing nothing more than waking up, eating breakfast, messing around on the internet, watching TV and going to bed, I must have been extremely lazy.

Anyway, my hair is now really short. Short enough so that I don't need to comb it. Short enough so that I can wake up in the morning and answer the front door, without feeling the need to look in the mirror first. So short that I don't need to use any product to keep it manageable. It is also really sexy.