One of the things that I realized while in college is that one saves a bit when one doesn't cut their hair. My current wife had said that she liked men with long hair. We weren't dating at the time and I wanted to fix that. One of y answers: let my hair grow out so she may want it and therefore want me. Well, this happened about four or five months before I started going to college. And it has since been three years since that happened. My hair is just touching my shoulders, almost as if it scared to grow lowers, but it's incredibly curly. Either way, I've saved about sixty dollars a year from not getting a haircut. My wife loves it and every so often, I get people asking about my hair. In a way, it looks like Slash's hair from Guns N' Roses. But, it makes me easily identifiable and became one of my defining traits.
Although, if I think hard about it, I probably spent that sixty dollars a year in grabbing shampoo, conditioner, and hair ties. So, it balances out I guess. Either way, some days I like it others I don't. It had definitely now become an issue now that it falls between my eyes. Pulling it back is a requirement.
I wish there was a way to keep my hair while trying to find a job. Either I cut it off or I don't find a job. Decisions, decisions. As much as I like having hair on my head, I shed like a dog. So there's hair everywhere in my apartment and sometimes it shows up in the worst places.
Ah well, I can complain or just end it all and cut it off. I don't much want to do that. Yet....
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