Girl breaks up with long term boyfriend. Cuts off all her hair at home with her craft scissors.
Girl finds herself working at a conventional office job. Grows hair a little and doesn’t wear the galaxy tights.
Girl starts fashion job in the city. Shaves the side of her hair and wears the bunny ear beanie to work.
Yes. Clichés. Cliches and change.
See, self-actualisation is an interesting little critter to be caught. Such question. Many change. Much adrenaline. Very trust.
Having grown up in a small town where rocking a do like this would have been seen as the equivalent of joining the mathletes; I can say that going through with this was, well, one small step for Miley and one large step for giving zero fucks.
That said, if small town living and big city slicking have taught me anything, it’s that we all take to change in extraordinarily different ways. Whilst some crave it, others resent it. I think I used to form part of the latter but appropriately so, I’ve changed. The more one has to deal with it, the more one begins to crave it. One big change, like a chopping your locks off, is tantamount to dabbling with gateway drugs that endorse an addiction to change and the pursuit of self-actualisation – rather than another line of white.
This particular craving hit me at midday on Friday, I inhaled it and let it overwhelm me until I got “fix-ed” at my local salon the next day. And now? Am I doubting myself? Am I dabbling with the idea of change? Am I oscillating between loving and hating the difference and the shock of every mirror glance? Of course I am. Does it make me uncomfortable to think that my colleagues and friends might have new perceptions of me and change their labels? Of course it does.
And that’s okay. Because there ain’t no diamonds in the boredom.