Life questions, worries, and dilemmas.

That cheerful photo above is actually not as cheerful as it seems. Because of this photo, I have ended up in an intense dilemma, a never-ending cycle of worries and reflections. Yes dear readers, life has not become easier. Because as you can see in this photo, it looks like I have a short bob and actually, actually, I find that very nice. But does that mean I have to cut my fairly long hair? At a real hairdresser? With scissors and all? Cutting hair? Hair that then no longer sits on my head? The anxiety sweat breaks out..

I have a rather difficult relationship with my hair. It curls and I like that, (see here), but it is thin and frizzy and I don't like that. Sometimes I have good hair days, but more often not. Especially abroad, my hair doesn't work, that is a mystery without an answer,, but for example in New York and Paris, I always have bad hair. My solution is to either put it in a tight bun (see here) or to grab the straightener and pretend I have straight hair (see here). The photo in question was taken during one of those straight-hair moments, so if I were to go ahead and cut it, I would have to style it every other day, which is immediately a big argument against it.

“You know you will never have sex again, right?”

An argument for is that it despite the styling is quite easy. Because it just sits there, you really have no idea how precise it all is to make my nice curls actually look nice. More often than I want, I wear it in a boring bun, and that bun is getting on my nerves. The bob is hot, the bob is in, which is also an argument for it. And a small cute ponytail and bouncy bun, I actually find that very nice.

Another argument against is the man. Men don't really like short hair. I asked a number of male friends what they would think if I were to cut it and the reactions were frighteningly negative. “Why would you EVER cut your awesome hair?!” said one. “Yeah good idea, are you going to dye it purple too?” said another. “You know you will never have sex again, right?” said the last. The message was clear.

Then there is the problem of the balls. I don't have those.

Then there is the problem of the balls. I don't have those. Because what if I don't end up liking it, then I will regret it and be stuck with a terrible haircut for months. And what if my fragile hair gets completely upset from that scorching straightener? Well, what then? These are bears that I just can't get around.

So I think I will hold off for now, although I know that the idea has not completely disappeared from my mind yet. Anyone have experience with cutting long curly hair into a short straight bob? Did you survive that? And how is your sex life now? Forgive me, but these are Important Matters. People, help me out.