Who knew hair weighed so much?

 Have you ever cut your own hair? If not, you should probably try it at least once, just to see if you can. During the stay-at-home order, I learned that I can cut my own hair. I can’t cut it in any particular style or anything, but I can trim the ends and take off a little excess length, and generally reshape it a bit so that it’s not unreconstructed elderly hippie hair, because no one wants that on her head. 

The first time I cut my own hair was actually in January, so nothing to do with the coronavirus. I just didn’t feel like waiting for a hair appointment. I had to have my hair cut that minute at that particular time, so I got some scissors and got to work, and was pleasantly surprised at the results. And then I promised myself that I would never do it again because that was nothing more than rank beginner’s luck, and I wasn’t going to get lucky a second time. And then the ‘rona shut the whole damn thing down for months and my hair was approaching I-was-at-Woodstock-but-I-don’t-remember-details stage, and it was either kill or be killed; and so I got the scissors out again, and that’s how I learned that the first time wasn’t a fluke, and I actually can cut my own hair when it gets too long, like this sentence. 

When I cut my own hair, though, what I have is hair. Which is fine, as far as it goes. I wash it, I comb it out, I pull it back into a clip, and it dries however it dries, and that’s the end of it. I missed having an actual style. So I got a real, proper haircut. And now I don’t know what the point of all this was, because I avoid conversations about hair and grooming whenever I can, and here I am halfway through about 500 words on the world’s most boring topic. But it’s a good haircut that has an actual shape and style. For at least a few weeks, I’ll be able to leave the house without a clip or a headband or a hair tie (and all three at once is not unheard-of), and that’s a nice change. It makes me feel normal again. Maybe life will resume. Maybe I’ll soon have a reason to fix my hair and put on real clothes and leave the house and join the world of purpose and energy and endeavor. If not, then this haircut should withstand a few months of growth before I have to get out the scissors again. If that happens, I’ll spare you the details. You’re welcome.