I got my hair permed yesterday. Yes, I have gone crazy. I think it's part of this mid-life crisis thing. I went with a friend. I have never wanted to perm my hair. Not since the third grade, at least, when I had my last perm. I usually don't even think perms look good on people. I've prided myself in not spending money on hair, so I've never even colored it. So, I must be going crazy, or something worse. I won't spend much time lamenting, because it was my bad decision, but I went in for a perm and they called in the head guy (probably because I'm a foreigner, but I'm not sure). He said something in Korean like "Do you want me to just do what I think is best?" and, since I didn't really know what else to tell him (and wasn't sure what I really wanted anyhow), I told him OK. So, he proceded to give me bangs and a drastic layer cut. I can summarize my new look for you without a picture:
I should have stuck to what I learned from the last bad perm in third grade.
If I wanted to look younger (as in I never left the 80's), I have succeeded.
It's much better to just repent of pride in not doing unnatural things to your hair rather than show yourself and others by messing with it.