"But I love it long!"
"It's so long that it's impractical."
"I wonder how long it can get..."
"But it'll feel short. I'll be taking a whole eight inches off!"
"It'll still be long by any one else's standards."
"But it'll be short by mine."
"You keep trapping it under you when you get in bed."
"No. It'll be unmanageable soon if it keeps growing."
"It's only a trim. It'll grow back if you really miss it."
...and this is the internal argument that occurs in my head when I trim my hair, oh, maybe every year. Or so. You know, whenever I get around to it.
|Before vs. After|
This wasn't my first idea of what to write about today. But I found the above photo while looking for photos for something else and decided that it might be more fun to write out an argument I have with myself on a regular (yearly?) basis.
I trimmed my hair recently and it now comes down to my waist, whereas before it was about three feet long. Seriously, I measured it after my mom made a comment about it being three feet. It took me a couple days to adjust to the new length, waist length did feel short at first.
Hopefully tomorrow's blog post will have more substance. At the moment I think I'm too tired to think up anything brilliant to write about.