“you’re drunk, aren’t you?” my father declares, as if with infallibility, that i am drunk after looking at my hair. over the past few days, my father shoots me with his omnipotent looks and would question me each time i arrive from work if my blood had already turned into alcohol. tell me, since when did the hair become a credible indicator of drunkenness?
yes, i do drink alcohol, but only during social functions and i rarely get tipsy. as far as i can remember, i never mess with my hair while i drink. but how come my father thinks that i always come home drunk? is this a clear indication that my hair clamors for urgent professional assistance?
it was almost a month since i last visited the barber to trim my hair strands that grow twice as fast as my fingernails. i inherited my mother’s thick jet black hair and my father’s quick growing hair, so imagine the effort i exert to tame my hair to prevent it from appearing like a bird’s nest resting on my head.
the hair strands on my head frequently sway and bend on every direction, often deviating from the usual path laid by the styling stick i use. during the early times of the day, the hair strands act like pre-school kids following the order their teacher. but as the clock strikes on the afternoon trail, what used to be the obedient pre-school-like hair strands would stand up and move to their desired position and direction.
way back in grade school, my hair used to be tamed, straight and styled like the local bunot (coconut husk) was placed on top of my head. it was only after my father ordered me to have the flat top style haircut (if you are familiar with colonel guile of the street fighter series or general emilio aguinaldo from the philippine history, you’ll get the picture) that my hair went into revolt and started to grow thick and wavy.
i could easily ask the barber to shave my head bald, but its irregular shape gives me second thoughts. well i could also go retro with my flat top hairstyle but i don’t think wearing that style would not help me snatch any other role in my life aside from the emilio aguinaldo and other soldier roles offered to me way back in grade school.
maybe i should just bathe and drown myself in alcohol to tame my disobedient hairstyle.