Snip, Snip

It has been long overdue, I am going to get my haircut. For most of my life I have had relatively short hair, basically just because I am not patient enough to grow it out. I end up getting bored with it and cut it off before it has a chance to grow. I have never really been attached to my hair in the way that some girls are, in that they cry and obsess over it, refusing to cut it. Hair is a very strange thing in that way. How can girls become so attached to dead particles of protein that are coming out of their head, which will inevitably grow back? And yet, as I have grown out my hair longer than I have in a long time, I can almost catch a glimpse of their possessiveness... but not enough to prevent me from chopping it. I think that I am only going to take a few inches off, add some layers and highlights, but only because I am not in the mood for a short cut. It may be a disaster, but that's what life is all about.