A bad haircut grows out in a few weeks. Hiding for those weeks is the part you’d actually regret.

The haircut is a few weeks of mild inconvenience. Hiding is the part with the real cost: the parties skipped, the photos avoided, the friends not seen, none of which come back once your hair has sorted itself out. Embarrassment feels urgent and permanent, and it is by far the shorter-lived of the two problems.

Go out this weekend with whatever your head is currently doing. Make the joke yourself if it helps, then let it drop. Nobody is keeping a record, and anybody who would is not worth rearranging your month for.