I don’t remember the last time I brushed my hair.
I mean, I don’t remember the last time I brushed my hair with the intent of putting it in order. I admit to maybe trying to pull a brush through my hair in mild curiosity, but never with intent.
It’s curious. It’s not a deliberate thing, it’s just that I can seem to tossle my hair into “good enough” positions that I don’t need to arrange it with purpose - or tools.
Currently, my hair is reasonably short. It’s about 4 inches long in most places. I occasionally put some goo in it to keep it from flying all around, and I commonly say to Berta, “How can you let me go out of the house with my hair looking like this?” In any case, it doesn’t take any effort to make it look tamed.
Some folks are surprised to learn that my hair used to be really, really long. When I started college I had long hair, and it grew down to the small of my back. Even back then, I didn’t do much combing. It just always sort of came untangled by pulling my fingers through it.
Some folks are surprised to learn that my hair used to be really spikey. Back in high school (in the 80’s darn it - I have an excuse!) I had spiked hair. It was crunchy. Once again, not too much maintenence involved.
Through all of these variances in hair styles, I’ve not had a lot of maintenance needs.
Looking at the mirror today, I think it’s time for a haircut. Maybe I’ll head back to really short. Maintenance may no longer be an issue at all.
