looks good!

wow, radical move!

maybe i'll go bald next.

touche

i do think i'd be pretty cold though. and i'd miss messing up my curls.

One of my friends shaved her head completely once, from a full head of hair. We went around observing people's reactions. It was interesting.

And I can honestly say that she looked as beautiful as ever.

i kind of like the possibility of hiding behind a curtain of brown curly locks when i'm not as jolly as usual :P

As my mum would no doubt say, "Now that's so much better. We can all see what a handsome lad you are now." After which she would undoubtedly pinch your cheek so fucking hard that you'd have the fingermarks for a week.

Yeah, I remember it being rather emotional for her at times. I don't even think I could do it.

indeed! i'm finally fine with the way my hair is - curly and a bit like a bird's nest - and i don't think i'd give it up now.

I had to suffer remarks like that a lot (not from my mum though!) when I cut my hair short last year. The worst variant was from some girl at my work who said "Now we can all see who you really are".... as if I had been live role-playing all those years. :rolleyes:

I've had to opposite problem, everyone keeps ignoring me like I am normal like everyone else..

I haven't been able to disappear in a crowd in years.. it is bizarre for no one to notice.. I am used to people dropping their forks when I enter a restaurant.. I have to readjust to being a regular ol schmuck like everyone else.. its kind of nice though, I never did get adjusted to being the center of attention.

radical

did it feel amazing to rub your head on your pillow after having SO much hair for so long?

When I shaved half my head, this was the best part ever. completely orgasmic. But perhaps this is just something weird that happens only to me.


Do your friends keep wanting to touch your head? This seemed to be a point of angst for one guy I knew who used to grow it way out and then shave it completely bald..

you know its been six months now and this is still as hard a process as ever. When I walk passed a mirror often I still fail to recognize my own reflection as myself and have also been wondering too often who the fuck am I and what the fuck have I become? Where the fuck am I going and what the fuck am I doing? "That there That's not me.. This isn't happening I'm not here.."

If I could just figure any of this out then I'd be in a better place, but

alas alas.. "Lost in the wheels of confusion, running through valleys of tears. Eyes full of angry delusion, hiding in everyday fears."

but the question still remains.. who am I and what has become of myself? That there, that's not me.. so where am I?

u cut ur dreads? is that a right of passage or smthn? i thought dreads symbolized smthn in the rasta lifestyle...school me.

this is true, there is no hair doctrine.. its just that I have been a dread for so long, it is my culture. It is truly hard to explain, but I feel deep within my soul a harsh confusion, though an absolute contentment that I did the proper thing theologically speaking. Basically, it was necessary to make this transition, but it is pure and simple culture shock to now find myself getting haircuts, being treated like a normal dude rather than an eccentric, and consuming alcohol casually with friends (which I did not do even ONCE as a dread for near 8 years)..

and on an unrelated but relevant note, I graduated from university so I have been working on a career change from blue collar pay the bills to this teaching shit.. but it has been a spiritual and psychological disaster, but essentially, their schools can't teach us shit, and I am diametrically opposed to practically every element and aspect of the current CA public school system, which truly works in tandem with the Law Enforcement and Corrections System to enforce the police state environment from the cradle to the grave via the schools... this time a year ago I was not trying to work in these schools, I was 100% dread and anti-authority to boot.. but now here i am sending out dozens of resume packets to teachers and schools across this damned megalopolis, and it is not making any sense... I am in mad conflict and culture shock mode, but thats life I guess. If it were all predictable, easy or going entirely your way it would become boring to the point of suicide.


In Rastafari we grow our hair untrimmed and spiritually dedicated to God, living a kind of priesthood with a strict code of conduct. This is not universal Rastafari, just as not every Christian is a priest, but some Rastafari are dread, some are clean shave. Essentially, I-man dread and dread lifestyle were to the point of practically being a metropolitan Bishop within the Rastafari community, as a dread I followed the strictest of Rastafari disciplines.. so essentially getting a haircut and shifting away from the strictest discplines which the dreadlocks entail, is like a Bishop leaving office to become a laymen parishioner...

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this was the 6 month update. sorry you didn't like it :(

Dude, I cut all my hair off back in December. It's not a big deal. It's just hair.