I like that part.
Back in the day, I always wanted to have long hair. Best of all would have been a braided, viking look. I was a heavy metal head banger, you know. My hair would never cooperate. With any amount of length at all came curls. People sometimes told me I looked like Art Garfunkel.
|This is Art, not me. In any case, it's hideous.|
Those failures took forever to deter me. I've got a photo or two from the late 70s or early 80s where I had hair down to my shoulders. I can still remember the moment where it became painfully obvious I looked like a dork. In an instant, nothing but a haircut would do even though it was morning and I had places to be.
If I recall, I waited until that evening to be shorn of my hopeless locks. I do know that if you had told my earlier self that someday I'd be happy to get a buzz cut, I'd have laughed in your face.