*Warning! You may not understand what I'm saying here but that may be for the best ya? ;p*
A promise is a promise, no matter how long ago we made it, so when called upon to fulfill a promise I made sometime around the year that I turned 21 I just went ahead and did it. The experience was interesting, to say the least. I was embarrassed yet not utterly so, worried yet relaxed. The only thing that could have signified how anxious I was was probably my sweaty palms. I was clutching the towel tightly in my hands the whole time.
It's all my own fault really. They had some sort of promotion for newcomers so when asked if I wanted it all to go I just told her to go ahead. I'm not sure I'm regretting that yet but ya, it's really quite weird.
It's now 2 days after the fact that I was plucked like a chicken and I still am unused to the new me (not really new me la hor, I'm just exaggerating). I somehow feel a bit like a bare-assed monkey (or should I say chicken? Pig?).
It's weird how such a small change can make me feel quite different. In some sense, it made me feel a little bit more... vulnerable... and fragile. Hmm... Like I lost a part of me that had always been there. Strange how one gets attached to something as inconsequential as hair...
Not sure if I'd ever go back again but if I do go back, I'd probably not go for everything. It's kind of reassuring to have something left...