hair scare

I have learned to really hate the rain. The reason?

I have curly hair.

This means that I have my own personal meteorologist atop my head, never failing to remind me when the slightest bit of humidity is in the air. Not to mention the incredible amount of up-keep it demands. Heaven forbid my hair could be normal, and I could one day walk out of the shower and let it air dry to perfection.

Yeah, right. In an alternate universe perhaps.

The amount of product I use every day is enough to keep any hair product line in business. It's the curly headed people they are after. That's where they're getting all their money from.

Today while walking to class, I looked like Weird Al Yankovich. That, or Carrot Top. When I caught a reflection of myself in the mirror, I was scared. No, terrified.

If I saw that thing coming toward me I'd probably stop dead in my tracks, trying to determine whether it was an animal that died on top of their heads, or just an unfortunate human having a really bad hair day.

I have grown to accept my hair, however, on days like today, I have to surrender to it and give up. It wins the battle every time.

- I have tried pulling it into ponytails, but then I get some sort of fuzz that pokes out from all sides.

- I have also tried wearing hats, but I've found that my hair looks worse when I take the hat off than it did before.

I will never win the battle between myself and my hair. It has a mind of its own. I'll just have to learn to live in places where it never rains. Does a place like that even exist?