I stopped caring about how my haircuts looked after a while. I usually tell a hairdresser to "do what you want" when they ask me how I want it done. I always bring a hat just in case the cut turns out badly (although I've only had to use it once). However badly it turns out, I realized long ago that other people are going to see my haircut way more than I do...so it's sort of moot.
I'm happy with the way I look. My mom has remarked several times on what a pretty girl I'd be if only my teeth were nice. This is somewhat true. But I can't help being content with how uncharmingly crooked my teeth are merely because they're a part of who I am. I should probably smile a bit smaller or laugh a little less to hide them away, but I can't help being as happy as I am in life. Oh well.
I mentioned in a previous post that I was glad I wasn't ridiculously good-looking because I'd probably be extremely vain. I think this is true. I'm not so horrendous to behold that people burst into tears when they see my face. But I'm not particularly attractive. If I was, I know I'd waste too much time checking myself out in the mirror. I'd get extremely big in the head while postulating how beautiful I was.
I'd probably also get extremely tired of guys hitting on me or people telling me how attractive I was. Every time I heard it, I'd be like "I know I am!" I might get sick of guys asking me out on dates. I might even spout long rants about how tired I was of guys asking me out without getting to know me and just basing their attraction on appearances.
But as it is, I don't feel that way at all. So on the rare occasion it does happen (like yesterday), I am actually incredibly flattered. Which is a definite plus to having looks that are on the average scale of things.
So random stranger from yesterday, I salute you. Thanks!