Today I cut my hair. I wonder why people are so emotionally connected to their hair, as it is only dead leftovers anyway. The root is alive, it grows, people like it and then it dies. You have to cut it sometime.
As I have had short hair for more than one year, I got used with feeling my ears and my face skin pretty ... naked. When that stops, I cut it... still, sometimes I wonder how it would be not missing you hair after you cut it.
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