K ass wipe ._. if you bothered to pull your all knowing head out of your ass,you would have read that I decided against the salon. Oh,and I appreciate you knowing the exact reasons for me pursuing and wanting dreads. You don't know me,and you obviously didn't read what I wrote if you think i'm after them for just the look. Although it may seem that way.My reason for wanting dreads is a personal one that I didn't feel like sharing with a bunch of strangers over the internet. But I feel the need to explain now that I ran into someone as shallow minded as you.So I will explain to you the full version and not the summarized one.First,I was only worried about the look aspect seeing as I am going into Job corps to learn nursing and it just doesnt seem professional to have nappy hair if I were to start the journey all natural,also,not one of my friends is competent enough to dread my hair,no patience etc.I would have to teach them,and I would be learning from methods on the internet and from the helpful advice from all these kind and understanding people.But dreading my hair is no longer a problem,for I have found a few people who know what they are doing and are willing to help.Second,my reasons for pursing dreads was personal but its whatever at this point il tell them just so I don't get shit from more arrogant people like you. Almost two years ago my best friend of 8 years was going to start her her long and difficult journey towards a drug free life,she wanted to remake herself,abandon her bad habits and start over again (at the time i also had some drug problems but wasnt strong enough to stop,she tried several times to get me to join her on her journey and get dreads of my own marking my start and rebirth to a new me) anyways,she was growing her hair out to get dreads,and in doing so,for her it marked the beginning of her new life.But on August 4th 2011 she was diagnosed with clear cell sarcoma before she could start(finding out your dying doesn't really help someone addicted and only drives them further into their habit)after a long battle,and a bunch of radiation treatments they had to remove her leg,even with the removal of her leg it had spread into her bones.They started aggressive chemo,but it didn't seem to help, it only caused all her hair to fall out.So there she is,lying in bed after a chemo session and she looks at me and promises shes going to beat this and when she does she says that we both are going to start our new drug free life together (at the time her parents knew she wasnt going to make it but chose not to tell her) but about a month after this she confided in me that she knew she wasnt going to make it,she could feel it,I tried telling her she was wrong,but we both knew I didnt know if she was going to make it or not.But by now we both had accepted the fact that things had only been getting worse and there probably wasnt much time left.So she grabs my hands and holds onto them as tight as she can,and she changes her promise and instead makes me promise to change my life,and to not take it for granted,to stop all the drug use,and make something of my life.She passed away on May 26th 2013.I have finally managed to pull myself together and have started the journey I promised her id make,I want and need these dreads,not only to mark the beginning of a new life but to wear them in honor and remembrance of her. Cancer is a horrible thing and eats you away bit by bit,it leaves you a shell of the person you once were if it even leaves you alive. So there you go. now you know asshole.
What's the point of dreads if you just go dump money at some shit hole that's going to fuck up your hair. Sorry im being crass, I no longer seem to have the patience or understanding for the willing stupidity (ignorance) of people looking for a quick fix. Just shave your head and have that turned into "dreads" at the salon. Then you can take them off and stare at them endlessly. It is only a look you're going for after all as it's obvious you don't understand anything else about them.