Okay, so here is the thing. I have had dreads a few times in my life for short periods of time. And have always really loved the look and style of nice clean maintained dreads. With that, I recently had dreads in the form of a bowl cut, but didn’t like how high up the bowl cut was on my head. So, naturally I cut them off and decided to start over with a full head of hair. And now, my hair is a little longer than shoulder length. I have been itching to get them done again. And I told myself I would wait until after my sister’s wedding to do it. Well, guess what? My sister’s wedding has come and gone and now I am free to start my new dread journey!
Or am I? I am, after all, only two weeks away from potentially graduating dead people school… which means I will be on the hunt for a new dead people job. Do job interviews and tacky hair go well together?
Here’s the thing; I have thought this out in my head for the last two months, wondering if I could get my dread journey started now before graduation. My thought is yes… I can. My mind was made up so much so that I even had a dread creation session scheduled with a local dreadlock specialist for Wednesday of this coming week. My thoughts were simple. Even if I graduate in two weeks it would be another month or two before I pass my boards and start the job hunt as a newly licensed dead people worker. So, in my mind I had it justified. I could go ahead and do the dreads now, giving me about two months of maintenance time to get them looking nice and clean before I suited up for the dead people interview process for job placement.
At least that’s how I felt about it, dread session in three days and counting.
Apparently, my wife and the rest of the world disagree with my logic. Sarah pushed and groaned, insisting I should wait until after I have graduated and gotten a job. Because, you know… being adult means thinking ahead and making decisions that are for the betterment of mankind and all that jazz. With that, I have disappointingly canceled my Wednesday appointment. I guess this means I will have to keep combing my long hair for a while longer.
Combing is stupid.