Bangs and a Perm

I just woke up from a dream (nightmare, really) that I got bangs and a perm.  It seems that I did it in order to witness to someone (gallant, I know).  With no thought to the child in my womb being completely poisoned by the fumes and the chemicals, or the fact that I would look really dorky, I plunged bravely into this new style!  This woman needed to hear the Good News, after all, so let's spend the next two hours or so together.  It turned out very similar to my very first perm/bangs attempt.  I knew instantly that it was a huge mistake.  Those bangs fell right in my eyes.  And they were so itchy.  And hot.  And annoying.  And I immediatley doubted my ability to rock the bangs look.  It's so cute on other people (my sister and half of my sisters in law, to name a few), but with the heat of summer about to descend upon our beautiful but humid city, I was in no position to be getting bangs for the first time since. . . . . . middle school?!  I remember the process of growing my bangs out being quite socially painful.  A boy in my basic studies (Cane Lyons, a skater boy whom I had a crush on) telling me that I wore my hair pulled back too tight.  He also called me a hoe.  Pretty sure he was the first and last to ever call me a hoe.  But his comment about my hair hurt just as bad.  I wore my hair pulled back too tight.  What he didn't understand was that my generation of girl was on the tail end of the big bang phenomenon, and it was time for us to move on to something bigger (well, smaller, really) and better.  But growing out your bangs is so awkward.  Either they are too long and in your eyes and in your face, or you slick them back into your half-pony to keep them out of your face, but they are really too short and so you have to keep them kind of tight.  That and I have really flat/smooth/body-less hair so it appears tight just because it lays very flat when pulled back.  All that to say--I knew that bangs were a mistake and as soon as she cut them, they immediately started to itch my eyes and feel like a combination of my mom's allergies, and Chinese water torture.  And then I woke up (well actually, then I dreamt that I went and played volleyball with some girls I played with in high school, forgot that I was pregnant, and attempted a dig--all while wearing a long prarie skirt, and having bangs in my eyes).  I am so relieved that it was all just a dream.  While I really could use a trim, and possibly something new to make my long, straight and boring hair look like I actually have a style, the bangs and a perm were all just a bad dream . . . (as was the pregnant volleyball in the prarie skirt, thankfully).  Tomorrow, when my husband is not in bed asleep in the room where I have an old photo album, I will try to find a picture of myself so you can see the days when I rocked the perm and the bangs (as well as the big red glasses).  Until then. . . sweet dreams.