I put my dreads in while I was and exchange student, so when I came home they were 3-4 months old. While on exchange I really learned what I value, and I really connected with my spirit. Lots of people are amazed that I didn't really come home with connections with the locals in my country, but I came home with my values. I discovered the true me, and I'll have that for the rest of my life. I hope I have dreads for the rest of my life too...
same exact story here! (minus i made a lot of connections) but i put mine in on day 10 or something of my semester and ill be pushin 4 months when i get back home. nice conection
my hair naturally dreadlocks quite fast, it was too much of an effort to brsuh my hair 8 times a day to keep the knots out, dreadlocks are much easier for me to manage, i love them.
I got my dreads to be different, to rebel against the norm/trends, to express my freedom of altering my appearance to what ever I want it to be, to express myself creatively, to break stereotypes and also to help me develop my spirituality and discipline. All in all, they've just made me become a much stronger, unique individual than what I was before.
Dreadlocks are a spiritual process fo sho! Our hair is an extension of our being, a reflection of what's inside of us. Having dreadlocks shows dedication & devotion as well.
About 2 months ago i was walking through the woods to get to my friend roberts treehouse, when i slipped and knocked my head on a rock. When i awoke, I was being tied down by hundreds of little people in colonial dress. Confused, i asked "didn't this happen in the johnathan swift classic "gullivers travels?" their beady little eyes turned to me accusingly as they screamed "we wrote that story with johnathan swift! and we never got credit for our work!" As I begame to explain to them that trying to get "the liliputions" on an acclaimed book nowadays would be near impossible and would cause much speculation due to the 1970 invention of LSD, they began pushing me towards a large pit. Down and down i fell, the pit growing darker with every rushing second. I saw many things whilst in that pit, things like jabberwocky's and large cannabis inclined caterpillars. It was all very Kafka esque. It turns out that I was in a temporary autonomous zone similar to the one that has inspired many a brooklyn circus punk. and apparently, one's hair can get pretty tangled up in one of those things. In short, this really wasn't my choice.
For years, everytime I would visit our library, I would watch with curiosity and awe, this lady that would come in to borrow books who's hair was so beautiful. She was middle aged, it was only half dreaded, but the dreads were well formed, so it looked. I always thought, I would love hair like hers. I finally got to a place in my life where I was happy within myself and confident enough to not care what others thought, so I started walking down that path.
it's not a hairstyle- it's an anti hairstyle. the opposite of perfect, primped, shiny hair, which we are all told is attractive by the media and other popular influences.
I would never have been completely happy without them . So I re-dreaded my hair 5 days ago for the 3rd time! I have been using the "don't comb or condition" method for about... well my whole life haha! But srsly for about 3 years (since I cut my dreads 'cause of lice . ) and all through those 3 years my hair never really dreaded, mainly because I also had a habbit of ripping apart knots. So I got my self a comb (and wax should have got here sooner.) and back combed it as a christmas present to myself. I never really did anything with my hair and I look really stupid with short hair and I hated having to style/tidy it everyday so as not to look even worse than I did. Finally it got long and I could just let it do it's thing but for the last 6 or so years of my life I have wanted dreadlocks so I now have them. ...now to wash out this wax :s
a few months into my exchange year i decided to do it cuz i ALWAYS wanted knots... since i was something like 11 years old. ever since the first time i saw them on marley on one of his album covers
this is such an awesome thread it was a very personal decision. i used to have wool dreads which was the first time i really felt like me, or at least people were seeing the real me. well up to that point anyway. i was wrong as it turned out. they were awesome but difficult, uncomfortable, smelly and kind of a bit too colourful and long to be sensible/practical. (a bit like me at the time i guess, in some ways.) then i realised what i really wanted were proper dreads, something more permanent. best decision of my life. i really do feel like me this time - at least for now. maybe it'll change someday. i'm not sure if that makes sense but: i don't feel like i need to explain myself to anyone, i don't care what people think of me really. mainly because now whatever they think is probably right. before i had them i kind of felt like there was 'me' that everyone else physically saw, and then me that i knew. now they're the same person. strange a mere hairstyle can do so much