Blogging 101: Who am I and why I blog

I am an immensely shy person. No kidding.

I also moult like a cat when I’m in serious need of a haircut. That was probably too much information. But I promise you this grotesque over sharing is completely relevant.

Growing up, I would wait until my older sister would get a haircut just so I could avoid going alone to the hairdressers. Talk about first world problems but that’s how socially inept I was. The idea of making awkward small talk filled me with complete and utter dread.  Yet having endured years of my Asian mother’s “wok” style hairchop and the disastrous experiences of my hereditary scissor happy mentality – to get a haircut at home was not an option.

However, after months of looking like the Grudge when my sister left for university, I finally plucked up the courage to get a haircut alone. But this time I was mentally prepped and ready. Like any rational 13 year old, I wrote a list. A series of careful thought up questions that could keep my hairdresser talking nonstop for a good 45 minutes – the entire duration of one haircut. This way I wouldn’t have to keep up the conversation by actually talking. In my head my hairdresser was the interviewee and I was a journalist. For the introverted me, it like a new found power.

And that’s kind of how I got into writing.  I have so much to say but, more often than not, I lack the confidence to speak up – unless I’m angry then all kinds of hell breaks loose. Paper scrunching, keypad warrior and timely incoherent outbursts of “AGREAAHFH” you get the drift. But through blogging, I’m slowly learning to share and develop these thoughts.

So tell me, why do you write?


8 Comments on “Blogging 101: Who am I and why I blog”

  1. That’s great you’re sharing your story with us! You are brave. Keep up! I’ll definitely stop by to check your blog.

    • Jun says:

      Thank you F&F (I think it’s adorable that you have such similar names!). I’ll be around to check your blog too. Might even encourage me to start learning Italian ^^’

      • Hi Jun! You’re welcome! Regarding Italian, that’s such a beautiful language! We do encourage you to try to learn it. Thanks for your comments! We’ll keep an eye on your blog too :)

  2. Haha, I can totally relate to this, although my sister was a beautician so she always did my haircuts. Until my grandmother took me to a barbershop and gave me this terrible MAJOR haircut called a bob that was only to the top of my ears. I never talked so I actually had kids asking me if I was a boy or a girl (I was in 3rd grade). It was traumatizing. I still hate doing anything with my hair or putting it up because of it.

    And I hate talking to new people in person. It’s so much easier to convey myself in writing.

    • Wednesday says:

      Oh dear, it must have taken ages to grow it out!! I have quite straight fine hair so whatever I do to it, it just reverts to being flat within an hour. No win situation XD

      It is easier to write! I think it’ll be really cool if we had one day where everyone carried a whiteboard with them and communicated just through writing or even drawings. It’ll be crazily inconvenient but fun.

  3. mariawanders says:

    When I was a kid, I had my mom cut my hair and what was supposed to be an inch or two trim became my nightmare. Apple cut. Then I told my self when I grew up, never again. Off to the salon! Thanks for sharing.

    • Ahaha I think most parents that get too scissor happy tries to reason that the more they cut off now the longer the time gap before the next haircut! Hope your haircut went well ;)

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