Straight Bangs.

What to know what went through my mind when I went for a hair cut two days ago?

My original intention was to go get my usual hair cut, a little trim at the back and my usual side swept bangs. Until my hair stylist asked, “Straight bangs?” I went through an intense 4 seconds thought process.

I always wondered how I’ll look like with straight bangs. I’m almost 25, that’s a quarter of a centenarian, that’s a major life stage. Heck it. Just freaking go for it.

I replied coolly, “Yeah”. But in my mind I was like, Freak freak freak. What am I doing?? Heck it. Hair grows out in a few weeks or months. Freak. Months? Urgh. I can always pin it up! Gosh. This better be good. Oh no. My fat face is oozing out of my hair (Please do not attempt to visualize this). GRRR.

When she is cutting it, I was laughing at my own reflection. I look like I’m wearing a helmet! Everyone is going to call me helmet head from now on! I kept laughing whenever I see my own reflection at the lift and along the corridors. It didn’t help when my sister was laughing like mad (literally) when I stepped into the house and my brother gave me the look and asked, “What’s with the bangs?”.

I’m going to take a lot of pictures with my bangs to remind me on why I would never get straight bangs ever again. I miss my side swept bangs.