She-who-will-remain-nameless: “Wow, your hair is … different.”
Me: “Yep! Like it?”
SWWRN: “Um, it’s … unique. It’s kind of the thing right now.”
Me: “Yep.” (I’m smiling because I know she is afraid to say she hates it.)
SWWRN: “What will you think about that haircut in thirty years? Don’t you think you’ll look back and think, ‘wow, 2014 was weird’ and kind of regret it?”
I’m not actually sure I responded to this. I might have feigned amusement and changed the subject. What I am sure of is that my brain was screaming because humans should learn to keep their criticisms of other humans to themselves. (And I am painfully aware that I can be a very judgy human. I’m working on that.)
But after I calmed down a bit, I realized SWWRN was right. I probably will regret this.
Here’s what I should have said to her:
Oh of course I will look back with embarrassment. I will look at photos and think, I was a wild child, always trying to be edgy. I’ll probably also look back at photos of me in my red jeans and wonder why anyone let me leave the house. I will crack up about the hoopty of a car I drove and the archaic iPhone that was all the rage when I was 28. How small and fast we thought it was back then.
I want to tell her that “YOU will also look back with embarrassment at silly clothing you wore or weird things you put on the internet.”
And I am almost positive we will all regret skinny jeans.
We’ll chuckle because phrases like YOLO stuck around wayyyy too long.
And yes, of course there will be haircuts we’ll be embarrassed by in thirty years.
But right now I think I look badass. And I finally look almost as edgy and alternative as I feel inside. Right now I want to sample a little bit from the entire world. And that includes partially shaved hairstyles and skinny jeans and tattoos and bad dates and nose rings and a million other things I might “regret” later.
Today I have no regrets.
And when I do, screaming helps.