I am cutting my hair.
There will be no discussion, no battle, I-am-cutting-my-hair-and-you-can’t-stop-me. But first a thank you is in order, and it goes to everyone who posted a comment on yesterday’s post, [only yesterday?] and also to those who didn’t comment, but who spoke to me over the internet, on the phone, or stabbed me super hard in person with their fingers. I’m feeling much better today, but as a result of this silly battle with myself, I’m going to chop off my hair. I remember the last time this happened, almost just like this, in fact: I was in a silly mood and feeling the need to stretch my independence, so I went into the bathroom and lobbed my hair off. And that’s what I’m going to do right now. I’m going to walk into my bathroom and chop my hair off.
I think.
