My hair has always been a source of grief to me, and dealing with it is like dealing with any other grief. First, there is denial. It'll be fine. A little more gel will fix it. OK, hair spray.
Anger comes next.
People with curly hair don't ever have to deal with this. Stupid straight hair. The next step is bargaining. Just let me get the comb through all this spritz, and I swear I'll never make fun of anyone's hair ever again. Finally, there is acceptance.