I just got reminded by my mom that if I have any plans of getting travel documents in the way of passports and visas, I have to cut my hair. Somehow, many of my relatives are quite concerned about my hair length. It’s paranoia by syllogism:
- I have long hair.
- I’m from UP.
- I used to be an activist of the street-rallying kind.
It’s not that I’m afraid of having a haircut: when I took the summer term at UP Diliman a couple of years ago, I had a haircut. Some of my friends were very nanghihinayang that I cut my hair when it was so long, shiny, and fell in a neat cascade almost to the small of my back. Now my hair is below shoulder-length: it’s still too long by conventional and conservative standards.
For all intents and purposes, I used to be very vainglorious when my hair was longer. I oiled it myself on a regular basis, used handfuls of shampoo and handfuls of conditioner (not the all-in-one kind), and even went so far as to have it cellophaned once. When pesky lice infested my hair, I took the burning sensations of Kwell, had my hair ironed, and then went to a hair spa a month later… all in the effort of ridding my locks of the parasitic vermin.
Now that I have shorter hair – and figured out the cost of my vanity – I stopped giving my hair the kind of attention I don’t give my romantic prospects. The truth is, you don’t have to go to a hair salon to have good hair: you only need to give your hair an extra oomph of shampoo. Soap, surprisingly, works fine.
But I don’t know what haircuts have to do with travelling abroad.