Late in 2009, after being tired of the mohawk I was sporting at the time, I shaved off my hair and began with a clean slate. With nothing in mind as to how I'd like my next hair style to be, I let my hair grow and grow ever since. At some point in time, I'd say mid 2010, I've had enough of my hair growing long and was about to head to Rudy's barbershop in Silverlake to have it shortened. I normally like my hair short, neat and clean a la Mad Men to paint a picture. At this point, my hair has been the longest it has been since I was...I don't know, 8? Long time. Anyway, my hair length was around 5 inches give or take.
While driving on the way to Rudy's, an interesting thought came to mind. Because it has been so long since my hair was this long, to cut it now would be a waste let alone a vain thing. I remembered someone talking about donating hair for the purpose of making hair pieces for kids afflicted with cancer and the like which really had me going. So, driving, I thought "hey, why not go ahead and do it? you're halfway there!". At that moment, I exited the freeway and drove back home with the intention and dedication, to grow my hair out further to donate.
I really didn't think much of the process of growing out my hair. The current 5 inches didn't bother me even though I wasn't used to such a length. Another 5 inches wouldn't be so bad. Well, it isn't (really) but it got a little tough for me along the way. I've lost a couple of nights sleep because hair kept covering my face which could've been avoided as been told, if I had put my hair in a tail prior to sleeping but I didn't do that. The initial comparison to Gallagher by a friend bothered me at first but I took it as a badge of honor later and even went along with the joke. The combing of the hair was probably my main problem. I have wavy hair but I didn't know how thick my hair was until I grew it all out so having to deal with the brushing of it after a shower or what not was a chore and a half for me. I don't know how people with long hair do it.
By the time your read this, my hair would already be gone or at least shortened, and said hair would probably be on its way to the charity of my choice. Locks of Love or Pantene's (which I forget its name), I haven't decided yet. Good chance I'll miss the mane. I've grown accustomed to having it. I'll miss the Gallagher nods. It was fun. One comparison no one has made was Scar, Mufasa's lion brother in Lion King. Some of my friends may get it (me and him being thin in appearance with the lion's mane of hair and all...). I'll probably get that next time as I do plan on growing out my hair again for this very same purpose later in life. Maybe much sooner like later this year. Who knows? Before my hair is still full of black as some friends have pointed out the long strands of maverick white hair. That was another thing that was hard for me...
I asked a friend to take photos of my hair prior to my chopping to...I don't know...commemorate the dedication? For posterity.
Big thank you to my friend Juliyadi Prabowo for snapping the photos.
While driving on the way to Rudy's, an interesting thought came to mind. Because it has been so long since my hair was this long, to cut it now would be a waste let alone a vain thing. I remembered someone talking about donating hair for the purpose of making hair pieces for kids afflicted with cancer and the like which really had me going. So, driving, I thought "hey, why not go ahead and do it? you're halfway there!". At that moment, I exited the freeway and drove back home with the intention and dedication, to grow my hair out further to donate.
I really didn't think much of the process of growing out my hair. The current 5 inches didn't bother me even though I wasn't used to such a length. Another 5 inches wouldn't be so bad. Well, it isn't (really) but it got a little tough for me along the way. I've lost a couple of nights sleep because hair kept covering my face which could've been avoided as been told, if I had put my hair in a tail prior to sleeping but I didn't do that. The initial comparison to Gallagher by a friend bothered me at first but I took it as a badge of honor later and even went along with the joke. The combing of the hair was probably my main problem. I have wavy hair but I didn't know how thick my hair was until I grew it all out so having to deal with the brushing of it after a shower or what not was a chore and a half for me. I don't know how people with long hair do it.
By the time your read this, my hair would already be gone or at least shortened, and said hair would probably be on its way to the charity of my choice. Locks of Love or Pantene's (which I forget its name), I haven't decided yet. Good chance I'll miss the mane. I've grown accustomed to having it. I'll miss the Gallagher nods. It was fun. One comparison no one has made was Scar, Mufasa's lion brother in Lion King. Some of my friends may get it (me and him being thin in appearance with the lion's mane of hair and all...). I'll probably get that next time as I do plan on growing out my hair again for this very same purpose later in life. Maybe much sooner like later this year. Who knows? Before my hair is still full of black as some friends have pointed out the long strands of maverick white hair. That was another thing that was hard for me...
I asked a friend to take photos of my hair prior to my chopping to...I don't know...commemorate the dedication? For posterity.
Big thank you to my friend Juliyadi Prabowo for snapping the photos.