Hot Weather Means Hair Must Go

My hair has been growing out since I last but it before our US trip. Because I'm not particularly brave with hair cuts (I've weeped on many a occasion because of a bad cut), I hate going to the salon to get it cut. It always somehow means that something might potentially go terribly wrong. But since the day I got to taking the bus for that one day, my hair has been pinned, pushed and tied in an effort to keep the heat off. And to top that off, I've been wearing my glasses because I'll be going in for my first Lasik review in 2 weeks time and having worn hard lenses means I've to keep them off for at least 14 days before I see the doctor. And tied up hair and glasses sooooo do not go. I mean aunties who go to the market on Sunday morning tie up their hair and wear glasses...  So in an effort to preserve my non-auntie identity, my general outlook and to keep the heat off myself, I've decided to go get a hair cut, and this time, a real shape changing, hair actually gets snipped off kind of hair cut. So if you don't hear from me anymore from here on, it would mean I'm in my room crying my eyes out, refusing to see the world. I know what you're thinking, its just hair. WRONG. Its not just hair. Its hair that defines almost entirely how you look as a person. Clothes, make-up, shoes... they're all just accessories to the hair. Merely accessories! So don't tell me its just hair, its THE HAIR and no one's messin' with it.