behind my jelly fish hair

From my original beautiful long straight hair style to the one like the flapping ears of a dog, to the one like jelly fish, to the one like a mean office manger, it actually tells a virtue of Chinese culture--endurance.

That Sunday afternoon after the hair designer, who is so called "the hair designer for the company", did her final touch on my hair, I looked in the mirror holding my tears in . It wasn't bad, it was...just not me. I couldn't quite do anything (a woman would understand how important the hair is to a lady) for two days. I couldn't understand exactly how a person can miss out who I am and what kind of hair is me, for I have SUCH sharp personality. I, always manage to make people FEEL. With such a strong character, how can a person permed me a wrong hair?

The thing is, when you don't like your hair, you go redo it. This case, however, is not one of that situation. The hair designer is the company's hair designer. If I go redo my hair, then when she sees me, she'll know I don't like it. Oh, I know you'll ask me why didn't I just tell her at the first place...well, if there weren't a company's counselor happened to be there sitting on the couch, nodding and saying my hair really looked very good, I probably would, but I wouldn't go back just to tell her that I don't like my hair. It's a Chinese thing. We would endure a lot to avoid hurting people's feeling, including bad hair, bad work, bad habit, bad everything. Many years later when I talk about this with the hair designer, she probably would ask me why I didn't tell her that she would redo it for me. Yeah, she would say that, but if I really did tell her, she would feel hurtful. That's the thing. I'd better just hate my hair and shut my mouth.

So, I tried to mess around with my hair to see if I will ever like it just the way it is. No, I'm still thinking of going back to my all time favorite designer who has made my hair for the past 10 years. She's the queen!