This post is inspired by a bloggy conversation that I had with a lady who goes by the moniker Lady Blue Rose. We conversed about hair, and the length of hair, and it’s effect on us.
It seems we both have army in our lives. Mine was my dad, and he wanted me to follow in his army boot steps. I declined the invitation. My hair was down to my shoulders, and it was nice and thick, and the army wanted me to cut my hair short.
So, off to engineering college I went, and my hair stayed long and wild. It was often the subject of much hysterical discussion amongst my relatives. They seemed to think that shorter hair was more the style. I felt that the longer hair represented me, my spirit.
You cannot deny that hair plays an important part in our lives. Remember Samson and Delilah?
Do you remember The Undertaker of the WWE? He was much better in his long haired persona as The Lord Of Darkness, than in his short haired persona as The American BadAss.
Long or short, it has to fit you…
Then, something strange happened. I joined the corporate world, and I grew in the corporate world. I was pretty senior at the end of my years in the corporate world. Strangely, the more senior I grew, the shorter my hair became, and the more well combed it became.
I started to fit the ideal.
What ideal did I start to fit?
Who’s ideal did I start to fit?
Mine? Or someone else’s?
Good questions, huh?
After I left the corporate world, I had to give up my anger with my last organisation. It took me a year to start to recognise the anger and to give it up. This was the time that i started to blog, and I started this blog as a ‘management blog’. It was so damned boring and pretentious.
During this period, my hair stayed short. Quite short.
Somewhere along the way, I decided that my future would be in consulting, photography and writing.
My clothes started to reflect something else. More jeans and T-Shirt, or shirt. Not too many variations of shirt or T-Shirt.
I thought of a ponytail and abandoned it. But, my hair grew longer. Month by month, it grew bit by bit. I won’t grow it down to my shoulders, because I don’t have as much hair on my head as I did when I was 18.
However, it is longer, and I like it. I like the feel of the extra inch.
A wee bit more of me.
Maybe, the next step will be a tattoo of Pan. I am not sure of this, ’cause i don’t want a wrinkled Pan on me as I grow older.
But, the hair.
Yeah. Just a wee bit longer. And, it makes me a wee bit more of me, a wee bit more of a free thinker, a wee bit more creative, a wee bit more intuitive, a wee bit more intelligent (what a joke, that last one 🙂 )
What’s your take on hair? or, your own style?