Same Sam

When I was 20 I went to Bega with my at-the-time boyfriend. He was a really interesting guy; he had the alter ego “goon man” who always cheered me up (by getting me drunk), he introduced me to hardcore punk music (and following that; post-hardcore punk music, which I love love love!) and he was a fellow blogger! In fact, he was so prolific in the livejournal community that I actually knew who he was before I met him – I almost felt like I was dating an internet celebrity, (be it a very small corner of the internet.) I seem to always fantasise that people are not who they actually are; on this occasion I was dating a celebrity!

So, when I was 20 we went to Bega. We were wandering around, window shopping, and he noted that he needed a haircut. I liked his hair, I like men with a bit of shagginess, but he with his “preferences” and “free will” didn’t, and decided it would be best to visit the local hairdresser. With hesitance I agreed to him going. After an anxious 10 minutes of waiting on my part, he came out of the salon, found me and asked what I thought.

I burst into tears.

The poor guy then spent an uncomfortable afternoon wandering around the Bega Cheese Factory with an inconsolable girlfriend. I think he was so scarred from that experience that he didn’t cut his hair again for another 2 years!

Yesterday my -now- boyfriend had a haircut.  Now, I know what you’re thinking, and no, I did not burst into tears.  (Thank you for your applause!) I did, however, find it difficult to recognise him.  When I saw him I felt like he was unfamiliar, like we were on a first date or something.

I was wondering why someone changing their hairstyle has such a strange effect on me?  I think maybe it’s because I use my own hair as a tool to reinvent myself when I am depressed, have made a fool of myself, or am simply just done being me.  (I’m usually quite dramatic about it too, “I’ll change; you'll see, I’ll be a different person and then you’ll love me!!!”)

These whole-personality transformations usually stay in effect for about 2 hours, then I’m back to being Sam again – Same Sam, different ‘do.
 

Who are these women???!

So maybe that explains that.

Funnily enough, it took me about 2 hours to get used to my boyfriend's new haircut.  It seems 2 hours is the the turn-around for me to accept a change and turn it into my new reality. For someone who is so resistant to change this is a remarkably speedy process.

But I'm okay with it...  At least I should be, in about 2 hours.