Yes, I am referring to the hair. Mine has a story to tell.
As a kid, I usually had this very short hair, with matching short bangs, "bagol" as we usually calls it as it has resemblance of a husk. My mom or was it my aunt wanted it that way and I never liked it. I was always black-mailed that if I won't get a haircut, I can't have a party. So if you go over my birthday pictures, oh my golly, I looked my worst!
A trip to the salon has always been a nightmare, I cried when I didn't like it. Very posh at a young age, huh. For the past 10 years or so, I go to the same hairstylist. Her assigned cubicle has changed a couple of times, but my hairstyle didn't change much. I never had it permed or coloured and I always want it low maintenance.
My hairstylist wasn't available last weekend, but I was desperate to get my hair done, so I went to another salon not knowing anyone there and challenged myself to get a new do. I'm getting compliments -- a reassurance that it's done well.
Petty as it may seem, I always had this comfort zone issue. It takes a while for me to get cozy but once I get so comfortable with something, I can stick to it for life. Not that I'm complaining, it's just that it's nice to be spontaneous at times. I hope I'd be more spontaneous without being impulsive.