Except for one thing. Now, before I continue, I hereby evoke the following disclaimer: the entry below is not directed toward any one person in particular. Seriously. It's not. Because trust me, everyone and their mom has done this to me at some point in the past 2 months. And I refuse to remain silent any longer! (Not that remaining silent is one of my character strengths, but that's beside the point.) Anyway, don't think that if you're reading this and you're one of the many who has done this to me, that I'm targeting you. I'm not.
I'm only sort of targeting you.
Having said that, I continue. What the french toast exactly makes people think that just because my hair is now shorter, they can just stick their fingers in it and mess around with my head?!??!? I mean let's be real here, people. My hair is an extension of my body. This is precious territory we're talking about here. Now I know some of you are going to read this and will be thinking "Psh, gurlchill." I will not chill! Not until the full measure of my wrath has been poured out on the interwebs and the whole world tastes of my displeasure.
If you're struggling to understand, let me put it to you this way. Imagine if every time I saw you, I walked up to you, and before even saying hello, I started tweaking your nose or stroking your leg. Aggressively. Um, WEIRD. Not to mention socially awkward.
It's not that I have issues with having my hair touched. It's the assumption that just because it's short and curly, you can pet it. Like a freaking dog. It's one thing to say, "Hey I really love your hair! May I touch it?" It's quite another issue when you assault my scalp with your fingers.
Moral of the Story: In the words of my friend Mr. Hammer, "U Can't Touch This"
