This post is a wee bit personal in nature in so far as it involves my hair, and the cutting of. Don't worry, no long diatribes about my commitment phobic nature, struggle to be loved, and constant duality....yet.
So I got my hair cut!!! I got it cut at a place within ten blocks from where I live, named Hair Today. The external cutting of the hair is in my mind a very shallow event, but as any self reflective girl or a Sikh can tell you there is deep psychological significance to the act.
The Sikh's believe as part of their 5 main tenets of faith that one should never cut any hair on ones body,
ever. Hair is considered "God given", therefore should be accepted and honored as a creation of the Divine. The personal implication is to avoid vanity, any kind of tampering with yourself that leads to a greater ego.I can understand where they are coming from. This haircut has not necessarily sent me on a megalomaniac rampage for compliments, but it has helped me lay the groundwork for a newer identity to grow (and it needs coaxing along with compliments!!). It's the sense of Self and the ever hurtling quest for identity that drives me. Will I be more emotionally independent now? Stronger as a person? More magnetic? Able to handle myself better now that my external matches what I see internally? I don't know. I don't believe a haircut can really change us all that much, but it can give us an illusion of difference, quite possibly enough to start us down that road.
P.S. The very fact that I just used photo booth to snap some pics shows that I'm on the road to becoming to the newer, better, more vain Kyla.
