{"id":293,"date":"2013-02-20T16:56:24","date_gmt":"2013-02-20T22:56:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/arcanasphere.com\/blog\/?p=293"},"modified":"2016-12-17T13:15:30","modified_gmt":"2016-12-17T19:15:30","slug":"im-still-not-cutting-my-hair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/arcanasphere.com\/blog\/2013\/02\/im-still-not-cutting-my-hair\/","title":{"rendered":"I’m Still Not Cutting My Hair"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’m keeping my long locks.
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\nI’m sitting on my hair right now. An old friend asked if I would consider donating to Locks of Love. A new friend challenged me to cut it in order to make something new. I admire both of them and am glad they brought up the question, even while I make the decision to keep this part of myself.
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\nLet’s start with how it got this long.
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\nI had a horrible colic in elementary school. The choices apparent to me were either to crop my hair very close (possibly prophetic of the balding tech industry I would join as an adult) or let it all grow out. So, I began the sixth grade with a near buzz-cut.
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\nReally. It happened.
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\nI was also curious to try the other approach, and let the buzz cut grow out. By summer vacation I had a nice mop on top of my head that could cover my eyes and was totally getting good in the back. I put a spinning gyroscope in it and learned how easily it tangles. I forgot to comb it for days at a time and learned what kind of extra care goes into growing hair out.
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\nI had a lot of dreams. A lot. I was twelve or thirteen years old and dreaming that my hair touched my waist. Every time I began to look inward at the perfect, idealized Andrew, it was there with me. Hanging there. Reacting to and with me.
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\nStylists would cut my hair back to my shoulders. I would dream every night for a week that it grew back by some miracle and woke up crying. Yes, I went through every stage of grief when my hair was taken from me. It would be worse today.
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\nThat’s what this all comes down to: My idealized image of myself has had this hair for twenty four years. Even if other parts of the vision went to hell, I did this one right. I don’t want it to define who I am. The person I am pulling back into the open is defined with that feature \u2013 among many others. This is a wonderful, uncomfortable, exciting, dream-come-true point in my life. The full vision is slowly being brought into existence. In short, it’s just not a good time to give up on any of it. In the long run, I had already made plans to be buried with it.
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\nThis is really a time for celebrating. I need to see the entire \u201cperson inside of me\u201d come out, long mane and all.
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\nI’m maturing inside and shrinking on the outside into that idealized vision. For the foreseeable future, I plan to chase after the whole package.
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\nAdditional Thoughts<\/strong>:
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\nI admire the hell out of anyone who donates to Locks for Love. My father has grown his hair to donate to them. I have seen acquaintances lose their hair to win the more important battle.
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\nSeveral people have begged me not to cut my hair. They lost their own hair, either by choice or by severely overzealous application of scissors at a hair stylist. Each one has lamented that life will not be long enough to grow all of that hair back, least of all at its original youthful color. \u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I’m keeping my long locks. \u00a0 I’m sitting on my hair right now. An old friend asked if I would consider donating to Locks of Love. A new friend challenged me to cut it in order to make something new. I admire both of them and am glad they brought up the question, even while … <\/p>\n

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