Roughly 15 years ago I decided that I wanted to shave my head. I mean razor shave it, not just crew cut with clippers. I headed to the bathroom with some scissors and began to chop. Then shaved it. The next day some mates came over, everyone laughed, put towels on my head and yanked my head back as the towel gripped onto my regrowth. After the queens birthday monday I went to school. Tuesday was the first day of three exam days. After a teacher noticing my lack of hair I was called out of line for my first exam and told to head to my year level heads office. Now at my private boys school, i knew that the rules at the time where that no student should have anything less than a No.2 crew cut. I'd asked. So instead of completing my exams for Yr 10, I was suspended. Sent home to start my two weeks of holidays, one week earlier.
Since then I have cut my own hair exclusively. Ive had many different colours, many different lengths and never quite had the same look. Now in my last week of being 30 I'm considering being a grown up and getting a haircut. Short back and sides. Could a hair cut be a life changing event? Could I have been somewhat in a cloud for the last 15 yrs, because of my haircut?
Well see.