It Only Gets Crazier

So about a month ago, I decided that I needed to do something weird. Every so often, I get the urge to change something. These urges have led me to get piercings, tattoos, and haircuts. I could serve as a cautionary tale, but I have to admit I'm pretty pleased with my choices. I have a pact with myself that I will not regret decisions that are trivial and don't effect other people. 

There has been a surge of popularity of the undercut hair style made most famous recently by Skrillex. About a year ago, I almost decided to shave half of my hair because I was certain I would look magnificent. But as a person who is constantly on the verge of doing radical things with my appearance, I get pressured by my family to stay normal and not go completely over to the Lady Gaga side of strange (believe me, if I wasn't an average college student, I would be the weirdest looking person on the face of the planet and loving every second of it).

Back to a month ago, I sat in my room for hours looking at this picture:

I parted the section of hair to shave, then I put my hair back down, then I took a shower and paced in my room until I was ready to try again.

When I was finally brave enough to actually pick up scissors, I was watching Ellen DeGeneres (totally irrelevant to the outcome, but I'll always remember that I was watching her). Part of my brain was thinking that me holding up the scissors to my scalp was a joke, but when I finally snipped the hair away, I starred at the mirror and was mildly horrified by the fact that I had a six-inch chunk of hair in my hands, but exhilarated by the fact that I got to keep cutting.

Here is what it looks like now (I buzz it every few weeks):

Now here's why this blog exists; I think shaving a strip of hair off my head makes the top ten of my Craziest Things I've Done list (which maybe makes me really tame or boring). But I am fully aware that life is going to get way crazier than hacking off hunks of hair (alliteration, woo!). And just like the moment after I closed the scissors, I am both horrified and exhilarated by the fact that I get to keep experiencing life and all the weirdness it has to offer self-inflicted or otherwise.