Why do we do this?

We've all been there, something stressful happens, a breakup, a job loss, a broken nail, a friendship gone awry - and we decide to do something impulsive, drastic, and spontaneous. We mess up our hair.

Why is the when our lives fall apart, we fixate on our hair? We toy with it, we pretend that curly hair can be easily straightened, and vice versa, we think we can go blonde when our hair has been dyed dark brown, and we insist we can do it ourselves or that our hairdresser can definitely do it. And when our hair turns a crazy shade of carrot orange we blame the box, the hairdresser, and everybody but ourselves and our stubborness to fix our hair, and in turn, our lives.

Do we really think if we get the perfect wave in our hair that our life will again be perfect as well? Of course we do. Great hair = happiness, does it not? Or are all those Pantene commercials lying to us as well. Have we not been brainwashed to believe that if our hair is in perfect place that we too shall somehow be perfect, somehow everything will fall into place?

Too many times I get in a fight with my boyfriend and decide that, yes, I am going to change my hair, it'll make me feel better = and of course after a call to my busy hairdresser who obviously has no time on a friday afternoon to change my black hair to a medium brown, I decide I can do it myself. I've been red, purple, blonde, blue-black, and of course, the millions of shades of brown that there is.

And of course, two hours after my hair has dried and I look in a mirror, I just want to cry all over again because I think that my hair looked better in the first place.

Why do we put ourselves through this? If happiness=great hair, how do we figure that when we're upset and unhappy, we can make our hair great?

Next time we get in a fight or have a job meltdown, we need to take a deep breath, and maybe read a book or a magazine, perhaps buy a new blouse (that's always returnable!), and NOT do anything to our hair.

Let's save our hair from damage and disaster!