Oh hai, still alive
Wow, I’ve neglected writing for more than a month now. I suppose it’s been the lack of any reflection time, and I tell my sister almost everything I’m feeling, which pretty much led to having nothing much to write.
There hasn’t been anything really worth talking about - this blog has always been about myself, and there hasn’t been much reflection these days while staying here. I’ve mostly blown time away playing Warcraft, going out with the family (and a bit with friends) and just relaxing, I suppose.
I went to get my hair cut today, and I guess this is really the reason why I’m writing today. I have trichotillomania, and going to the hairdresser is a gut-wrenching experience. It’s always the same, and the conversation always goes like this:
1. My mom has to explain that I pull my hair so that’s why I have patches on my head,
2. The hairdresser doesn’t listen,
3. She then asks if these patches “occurred naturally or you did something to them” and I have to explain again that I pull my hair.
4. Hairdresser goes into shock, and asks one or more of the following questions: “how long have you done this?”, “doesn’t it hurt?” and the ever encompassing “why?”
5. I say I don’t know why, and hairdresser will launch into a speech on how I should stop pulling and I should find some other form of stress relief.
6. She then proceeds to sell my mother a bunch of expensive hair-care products on how to treat my scalp so the hair grows out faster.
This doesn’t really make me any more endeared to go to the hairdresser. It was only last year that I started going semi-regularly (which is at least once a year, I suppose), and before that my dad has always cut my hair because I was so ashamed to show my patches. I need to have my sister and mom tag along because I feel so insecure by myself there.
I feel increasingly frustrated that because of my shame, I don’t want to specify that I want a fringe, or I’d like it a bit shorter, or whatever. I feel stupid for telling the hairdresser what to do with my hair to make myself look pretty when my patches obviously show that’s never going to happen.
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On a happier note:
Singapore vs China ping pong finals today! SG GO!
Mom’s birthday on the 23rd! SEAFOOD BUFFET HERE I COME
Wall-e on the 28th! YAY!
I’m probably crashing NTU on Friday, to sit in my dad’s tutorials or lectures. CPC, ANY OTHER LECTURES YOU CAN RECOMMEND ME?
