If you ask me, I am one person that has always interested in knowing why people act, take decisions and live the way they do. Sometimes my inquisitiveness gets really bothersome, but I just will not stop asking.
Today, I am not going to talk about someother person, but myself. it is quite funny that atimes, I never understand that actually I have a reason for doing somethings.
During my days in secondary school, I never loved making my hair, I did not even try it throughout my sixyears.Because really it was bothersome. Believe me, i'm one person that abhors stress and I saw making hair as a huge discomfort and a distraction as well. Picking from there, my dad liked it, he never wanted me to make my hair even when I graduated from high school, and myself at this other end, I did not want such as well. I wanted to study English in my higher institution, and again, there was no problem really because already, it was what he wished i would study. That was where the issue started. ''Why do we seem to like the same thing? Why am I already living out his wish''? I thought.
Believe me, I never wanted it to be so, therefore I decided to tow the opposite direction. Against my wish, I allowed my hair to grow and then I started braiding it. my mum being a good stylist did justice to it, and my dad, he frowned but he never said a word. The first hair I made, I was really uncomfortable and not to long I loosed it and quickly reported at a barber's shop. After that, I noticed his countenance changed.
But later another thing happened. I started having issues with people not recognizing my actual age. At 18, the first guess of my age was always 14, and to make it less hurting, 15. hey! that again got me pissed off and I was not able to bear it so I made my hair again (lol). As time went on, my dad became used to it and he would tell me my hair is beautiful.
But myself, no. I did not make my hair because I wanted to, I did it because I did not want to be that daddy's girl and maybe, more like a rebel. And because I wanted people to stop calling me 'small girl'.
But as I grew up, everything changed. I no more want to do things to discomfort myself just because I want to behave differently, or because I want to modify the way people see me. I no more want to do things so it appeals to other people's eyes. I remember recently someone told me... ''Stop dressing like a woman and start dressing like a girl''. Whatever that means, I am not ready to be someone else.
It is okay if your wish happen to coincide with someother person's wish for you, do not compromise, It happens that way most times. I have seen young people girls who have left their own life to be like someone else, dress like someone else, talk like someone else. I know for sure there is a reason and theirs might not be the same as mine. But whatever the reason is, it is not enough to make you not behave like you.