It's Time

It's time to cut my hair short, short again.  No objections from the peanut gallery.  They won't change my mind anyway.  Not when I get like this.

I know it's time when I start thinking obsessively about cutting my own hair for weeks on end.  I thought it would help that I got a super great $40 haircut (for free!) 2 weeks ago.  Nope.

I like my hair short not because I like short hair.  I like my hair short because I'm not even sure why hair exists in the first place.  I don't like doing my hair.  In fact, I no longer even comb it.  I don't like worrying about how it's laying or not laying.  I don't like how it gets static-y or flies in my face or generally reminds me that it exists.

Another thing that I don't know why exists:  Fashion.  Hence why I ignore fashion altogether.  It turns out that ignoring fashion gets you comments about how "original" you are, or about how great your "style" is. I'll take it.

Another one:  Stress.  So, if at all possible, I ignore it.  And then people say things about how laid back I am, or how well I handle things.  When, in reality, I just remove as much stress as I can from my life.  I'm a semi-professional stress-avoider.  ...  I guess stress is supposed to "make us better people" or something.  Who wants that?  I'd rather just not be stressed, thank you.

Alright.  That's all.  I'm cutting my hair.