Vigliacca

I used to think I was the adventurous type. Let me qualify: the mildly adventurous type. Not the cliff-diving kind, but definitely the belly-button-piercing kind, and in my conservative world, there weren't very many of those.

I like doing new, but relatively tame stuff. Like chopping off my hair. But I realized today that there are some things I only want to do for a few days. And then I want to go back to normal. To comfortable. It's a good thing that there are some things I can't take back, cuz I am afraid I would and I would be sorry someday.

It was hard switching to Meredith. I mean, basically every other thing in my life changed, and I went and changed my name, too. It's a good thing you can't change your birthday cuz I might have gone stupid and changed that, too.

Anyway, today I was tired of my hair feeling different and tired of the attention (if you can even believe) and tired of absentmindedly running my fingers along the part of my neck that is shaved and basically I just wanted to feel normal again. I didn't really want my old hair back. I just wanted the new hair to hurry up and feel like my hair. I want to be used to how I look in the mirror. But that should happen soon cuz I can't stop looking at myself in the mirror.

Okay, I think that's enough freaking drama over a silly haircut. It's not like I donated a kidney or something.

So, more thoughts:
1. I've had about four people tell me that the first time I wash my hair after the new cut (which I've done now, so don't think I'm being gross) I was going to use too much shampoo.
2. It's nice being able to brush my teeth and not have to hold my hair back to keep from spitting in it.