I took out my braids today. Then I washed my hair and made corn rows. Corn rows is my go to hairstyle after I loose my hair. It’s rare for me to go from a fancy hairstyle to another fancy hairstyle. It’s always something like braids — corn rows — dreads — corn rows — braids — corn rows e.t.c

Infact, people didn’t believe I could make the last hair I made (knotless braids) because it was so tiny and chic. People were just falling in love with me and the girly look it gave me anyhow. You know it’s common knowledge that I’m non chalant about everything a regular girl takes seriously. I find myself saying things like “nah, this is too girly” “way too elegant” while I search for hairstyles on Pinterest. I just want something very simple and non fussy.

However, there’s another reason why I don’t like making my hair. Yes, I have beautiful hair. Soft, curly and lovable. Yes, everyone who comes in contact with my hair falls in love with it. (Like owner like hair yeah.) I get a lot of compliments about my hair. I get something like: ohhh, your hair is so soft and nice and I go: I know rightttt. Thanks though.

Back to why I don’t like making my hair. Sorry about the digression but I can’t miss an opportunity to brag. So I have a sensitive scalp. Hence, making my hair is equal to experiencing pain. I’m also prone to headache. (Don’t touch my head.)

Any kind of pressure on my head = headache

Head gear is even a no no for me. It makes me feel like there’s an orchestra going on in my head.

I’m the original “they don’t use to beat me on my head”. A teacher beat me on my head in secondary school, my mum followed me to school the next day. It was the first and the last time any teacher touched my head.

Therefore highly esteemed ladies and gentlemen, do not touch my head. Sometimes, it makes me dizzy, sometimes it’s pain, sometimes it tampers with my brain settings that I absolutely forget what I was thinking about at that point. Don’t touch my head also mean don’t pull my ears. You know, just leave my head alone. Anytime you feel tempted to touch my head just pat my back and keep it moving.

There was this time a friend playfully pushed my head and I started to feel like there was a shelf of stainless plates in my head and the push affected them. I could literally hear the sound of them falling. It was the first time I’d ever react that way to a touch on my head and I found it so weird. So I’ve figured it’s better to be safe than sorry. Can’t allow my brain fall into shambles because humans can’t keep their hands to themselves. Pat my back fellas. Fistbump me. Highfive me but please spare my head.

Cheers to resisting the urge to touch people’s heads and patting their backs instead. Hurrayyyyyy.