It was only yesterday when I decided to try a new hairstyle. Since the new do I’ve interacted with bosses, coworkers, professors, classmates, and strangers. I have some interesting observations:
People with a sense of humor
When I interact with a person who has a sense of humor, then it’s all good. They’ll give me a comment like, “Nice hair!” which is usually proceeded by a high-five. I love it.
People who don’t know me well enough
When I interact with people who don’t know me well enough, then it’s actually pretty funny. This is what usually happens: we say hello to each other. The person will glance at my hair and quickly glance at the ground with a strange look on their face. They will proceed to talk to me without looking at me, speaking with a small stutter. I think that they’re so astonished by my awful haircut that they’re embarrassed for me, because they think that I’m for real. They don’t know me well enough I guess.
Real respectable-like people (e.g. bosses and professors)
When I interact with people who expect good things from me, then it’s somewhat awkward. I don’t really think much of it, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder if my new hair makes people think I’m less reliable. Whatever. I usually just explain myself, laugh at my own idiocy, and continue with my day.
Toothless, homeless women
I’m not making this up. I was cycling from work (downtown) to school and found myself stopped at the traffic light in front of Lander dorm. A fellow cyclist stops next to me, panting along with me as we both attempt to catch our breath. I hear someone yell from the sidewalk, but I don’t know what they’re saying. Then I hear, “Hey Cutie!” Astonished that someone actually likes my hair, I glance to the sidewalk and see a toothless, homeless women staring at me with a big smile. I look at the biker next to me and ask, “Is she talking to you?” He responds, “no,” and chuckles slightly. I thank the women and wish her a nice day as I ride off. The cyclist thanks me for pulling him up the hill. I confidently respond, “I’m lucky I didn’t get passed,” and quickly return to gasping for air. He was fast.
More social experiments on Friday when my hair is even more outrageous.