So this is what got me in trouble. Few days ago, I got my hair cut. It wasn't a rebellion, it wasn't me asserting my independance as an individual, it was simply me doing what I love most, getting my hair done. Well, let's just say the parents weren't so happy with the result.
When it comes to David and Kim, there just ain't no "it's just hair." Mind you now, the cut itself wasn't so different from my last haircut, but the colour was different, and the sectioning was different. But really now, does this make me a punk? Does this make me a street kid, a savage?
They talked about how image is so important, and what other people think is so important, but fail to realize that beyond my family and friends, I couldn't care less about what other people think. I suppose it's really just what their friends think, when they see me trying to hide from their annoying appearances and small talk.
From this one incident, they were able to pull out a vast arrangement of ways to make me feel guilty and inadequte as their child. Whether through my choice in work, or my accomplishments, or lackthereof. It's amazing what you can link, perhaps not as logically as you would probably like in an argument situation, to hair.
Admittedly, they are much older than I, and I do still live with them (David says it is literally painful for him to look at me), so I made a compromise. (Life is full of compromises they say?) The next time I colour my hair, it won't be "as extreme." (That is, until I move out...)
