Hey guys, I decided to share with you another one of my personal essays, just so you can read another one, and because I just finished one. Anyway, I know this is 2 essays back to back, but I promise that next week will bring something totally new. Anyway, enjoy, and I’ll see you in the next post!
My Experiences with Hair, and Why I Like the Buzz Cut
If you could only wear one hair style for the rest of your life, what would you decide on? Would this be a simple choice, or a very difficult one? Most people would find this choice to be very hard, because you can never really settle on just one hair cut. What you used to like when you were six might be something that you hate when you’re 56. There isn't a way to look into the future and tell what type of haircut you’d like, and because of that it makes this choice very hard. But why is it hard? What's so complicated about hair that makes people indecisive when choosing a permanent style?
That's what I don't get. To me, hair is nothing more than something that grows on my head. Who you are as a person does not depend on what your hairstyle is, and because of that I don’t pay much attention to it. So picking one permanent hair cut is an easy thing for me. I also believe that you shouldn’t spend too much time on your hair, and that if you are, then there is something wrong happening.Throughout my early life, I have experimented with different kinds of hairstyles, from being bald, having a Mohawk, and getting a buzz cut. From these hairstyles I have gained lots of experiences, both good and bad, and from these experiences I have come to the conclusion that a buzzcut is just simply the best haircut to have (sorry girls, I have no experience in that department).
When I was very young, in first grade, I had this ambitious goal for my hair: I wanted to be completely bald. Now, one might say that I was jumping the gun, and that I’ll be bald eventually, but not right now. I disagreed with that. In my mind, being bald was cool. So one day, I asked my mom if she could make me bald, and (after quadruple checking that there was no going back) she agreed to do so. So I sat down on a stool, and she started giving me a haircut. At first, she gave me a really close buzz cut, and after she finished she asked me if I truly wanted to be bald (she really did try her best to deter me). After I said yes, she then told me to stay really still. She proceeded to apply shaving cream on my head, and carefully shaved my head. The feeling of the cold, foamy shaving cream spooked me, but I decided to tough it out. When she was finally done, and the last piece of what once was my hair fell to the floor, she slowly turned me around to look in the mirror. What I saw truly shocked me: I was completely bald.
The first few days of being bald were great. I found out that there were a couple of perks of being bald. At the end of the day of school and during pick-up time, a man all dressed up in his military outfit came over to personally say that he liked my haircut, and picked up his hat to reveal that he was bald as well. I thought that was totally awesome. Also, I found out that I didn't need to wash my hair while taking a bath, which was good too. (When I was young I used to hate washing my hair, or having my mom wash it). But even though there were some good things about being bald, there were some things that I didn't like- to the point where I wished I had hair again.
It was near the end of the school year when I was bald, and it was the start of the summer months. One day I made the mistake of staying outside without a hat on, and by the end of the day I had a nasty sunburn on the top of my head. It was my first true sunburn, and it hurt and stung badly. On top of that, whenever I went outside I had to put sunscreen on my head. Once I started sweating, the sunscreen would start sliding down my forehead, stinging my eyes and and running down my nose. It was truly awful. What once was a great idea was now acting more like a burden. So I decided that being bald was just not for me, (at least not yet) and I couldn't wait until my hair grew back to what it was like pre-baldness. But of course my adventures didn't stop at being bald. I would soon have a mohawk.
I have an Uncle named Jason, who is distantly connected to our family and who is a bit of a daredevil. He would do all sorts of fun things (maybe dangerous) things with us, and we would always look forward to his latest ‘experiments’. Well, one day I was hanging out with Uncle Jason and out of the blue he asked me if I wanted a mohawk. Well, I guess being bald hadn’t tamed my excitement for trying new hairstyles and so I said yes. He then told me to sit really still, and proceeded to give me a mohawk. Now, while all these things were happening, my mother wasn't home. So when I turned around and looked in the mirror at my newly created mohawk, my shock wasn't nearly as great as my mother’s.
She wasn't really that mad at me, because I was still very young at the time, and didn't know any better. However, Uncle Jason received the full brute force of my mother’s anger. I didn't really see him much after that. But maybe I was too preoccupied with my new mohawk to really notice him. There were several unintended benefits of my mohawk. One thing was that having a mohawk made my brother very jealous- and I know this sounds mean, but I liked to rub it in his face that he didn't have a mohawk. Also, the mohawk just looked cool. My classmates would come up to me and say “Jack, that mohawk looks really cool”, which was great. But these benefits were short lived, and I soon learned that a mohawk was just not really a good choice.
Besides mom being mad at me, the mohawk just wasn't very practical. Earlier, I said that hair was just something that grows on my head, and it is. Well, wearing a mohawk is not quite that simple. Every day, I would have to wet and gel it to make it stand up. Otherwise, my impressive ‘mohawk spike’ would be a not so impressive ‘mohawk flop’. So the amount of time spent maintaining my mohawk soon became unbearable. I’m just not that type of person who spends a lot of time on my hair, and that's the truth. Also, I couldn't wear a hat while I sported my mohawk, which is another bummer. But I think the real downside was the attention it brought me. Earlier I said my classmates were complimenting my mohawk, but that went both ways. People would stare at me in public, which made me totally uncomfortable-to the point where I was afraid of being in public. I didn't like this attention, and because of this I decided that mohawks were just not for me.
After my bald and mohawk adventures, my excitement for trying new hairstyles quieted down. My mom would just cut my hair on the weekends, and it would be the same: a simple buzzcut. She would ask me what level I wanted (Each level effects the length of the hair. 1 is the shortest possible, and 4 is the longest.) and I would always choose a 4. In fact, I still do the
same thing today: a ‘4’ buzzcut. So this brings up a rather important question: why? Why have I stayed with the same haircut for countless years? All of my siblings have changed their hairstyles countless times in the same period when I haven't changed at all. Well, part of the answer lies within the benefits of the buzzcut.
Unlike being bald or having a mohawk, a buzz cut is quite versatile. It pairs well with any occasion, and there isn't a time when the buzzcut stands out and looks weird. Also, the buzzcut doesn't require any maintenance at all. While I had the mohawk, I would have to tediously wet and gel it everyday. With a buzzcut, I don't have to do anything at all, except wake up and walk out the door. And so overtime, I just stuck with a buzzcut because I didn't need to do anything to it. In a way, the buzzcut doesn't help me, but it doesn't harm me either, whereas being bald and wearing a mohawk did hurt me. I got sunburned from being bald, stared at with a mohawk, but I have no negative experiences when it comes to the buzzcut. This is why I think buzz cuts are the best hairstyle for me, and that’s why I haven't changed my hairstyle in a long time.
I’m not trying to say that the buzzcut is the best hairstyle for everybody, I’m just saying that the buzzcut bests suits me. Each person is not the same, and so their own experiences with hair will shape what hair cuts they do and don't like. For me, being bald and having a mohawk didn't work out, and that's why I settled on the buzzcut. Naturally, this differs from person to person. It's up to you to decide what you do and don't like. Let your past experiences help guide your future choices, just like I did with the buzzcut.