Fortunately, I don’t have to handle my hair much. My hair stylist does most of the work. My hair is just about waist length now. I wear it in a bun 98 percent of the time. Even then some strands of my hair will hang on my shoulders, neck or back despite the fact that I use five or six large bobby pins to pin it up.
It feels like spiders are crawling on my back, shoulders or neck—more so when I wear my hair down. It gets caught on my purse strap or seatbelt if I wear it loose; floats in my bowl or plate while eating and it ends up in my mouth while talking or drinking from a water fountain . . . sticks to my lipstick during windy days. Toothpaste gets on it when I’m brushing, and I’m not aware of it until later. When people hug me, my hair gets trapped, and I can't move until they stop hugging me. Whenever I put on a jacket, I have to pull my hair out first.
On a nice sunny day, I was driving with my window down, and I felt my pinned-up hair rubbing against my neck as normal. What I didn’t realize is that it wasn’t my hair at all. All of a sudden I felt this sharp, stinging pain on the side of my neck. I was really startled that I had to yell. I was stung by a bumblebee, and it really hurt! I looked to the edge of the door, and the bee was just sitting there enjoying the ride. All of a sudden, I started scratching my neck, and it became red. Then it started swelling up.
Had I had short hair, this would have never happened . . . because I would have rubbed my neck wondering what was crawling on it, and that would have taken care of the bee.
In addition, it draws attention from people, and they ask me questions especially men . . . the wrong kind of men that is.