I have strands of hair, like most.
It’s not like I have world’s healthiest hair or softest or longest or…. well you get the gist. When compared to my family, even extended one, I have a few good strands. *knocks on wood*
But for my family & I do mean extended family included, it’s the best yet, excluding their kids i.e. cousins.
One day I got a haircut, not much, just a little trim. I was treated like I had murdered someone and I was hiding the body in the backyard. There was so much drama, it would put any Indian serials to shame. This was 8 years ago. Even to this day, im treated like a thief who was caught, red-handed.
I will be brushing my hair or any other non-related things (does not matter anymore), any random person starts off saying:
“You had good hair, why did you have to go cut your hair?”
“Your hairline is thinning, it’s all because you got that haircut”
“Your brother is failing his classes, he must have been distracted because of your haircut”
“You are turning into an alcoholic, because of that damned haircut.”
I mean the last one is not true, but im sure if I did consume any quantity of alcohol, that would be the go to line. But anything bad happens in my life, it’s all because of that haircut. My mom gets so upset sometimes when she looks at my hair, its unreasonable.
Oh, the best part is, im not allowed to visit a hairdresser anymore. Mom’s orders *more like family’s order*.
I’m sorry mom and family, I did not realise it was like a family ‘hair-loom’ *wink*. Thank god; you clarified, or I’d be selling my hair off to random strangers for some booze.
Or worse, treat it with disrespect.