Hair

At one point in my life, I was bald. I was bald for two years.

At another point in my life, my hair reached to my knees.

At another point in my life, short was several inches below shoulder length.

At another point in my life, I cut it to just below chin length... it was different. My boss loved it.

Ever since, he's been telling me how my dating life will be much improved if I cut it.

It's okay, in the same semester as my chin length hair cut, my chemistry professor (also male) was rather sad about me cutting my hair.

I feel like my opinion about my hair doesn't exist. Or is at least considerably weaker than those around me. Like my boss. Or my professors. I'm not sure i understand that. I probably failed Girl 101. I should go check my transcript.

I have nothing against hair. However, I do dislike how it gets in my way. And how it likes to do whatever it pleases. And how in "making it look nice" you have to spend a long time on it. Or you do if you care. And have long hair.

Maybe I'll shave my head? No, that might make my boss have a heart attack. It's possible. We're worried about him.

Maybe I'll just never cut my hair.

Or, if the honor code permitted it, maybe I'd dye it... blue. Or purple. Highlights? My cousin had pretty awesome colored highlights all the way through high school. They changed every week and a half. No, actually, it was ever couple of months.

In the meantime, I'll probably grow out my hair. Just to upset my boss. Oops. Or ruin my dating life. I'm not too worried. But it will be cut. I like change. Just cutting it might not make it shorter. Because I'm magical.