Thoughts on self-portraits:
How do people take pictures of themselves? Every time I try, mine turn out wacky. Like too dark or too bright or you can only see half an eyeball. Or my nose is freakishly large.
Or I look like a female Skeletor.
How do people know they are in the camera frame when they snap the photo?
I am never in the camera frame.
Is there some secret the world is keeping from me? Is it because no one wants to see my picture?
My smile always looks fake when I take my own pictures. Maybe because it is sort of fake, unless I make myself laugh - and then my nose flares and I have to start all over again.
Thoughts on haircuts. Specifically, mine:
There is something magical about getting a haircut.
Yesterday marked a milestone for me - this is twice that I've had my hair cut in a span of 5 months. I usually go about a year, sometimes two, between visits to the salon.
Am I becoming vain?
I finally realized (3 haircuts ago) that I don't really like my hair short. It doesn't matter how badly I want short hair. I don't like it on me.
Are people lying when they say my hair looks good short?
It may be too short this time.
I wanted it shoulder-length when curly. It's shoulder-length when straight.
I am nervous about how my hair will look when it is washed and curly.
I don't want people to pretend they like my hair.
I don't want people to not like my hair.
Why do I care what people think? Because I am human, that's why.
I will not have straight hair again until I get my next haircut. I don't have that kind of time or patience.
Maybe I will love how it looks when curly and always have it cut this short.