I’ve reached a semi crisis point in my life. My head is a mash of conflicting views and trying to maintain reality. Because today, I’ve considered cropping back my golden locks.

Now, I don’t know quite what’s sparked this, whether its a gradual submission to popular pressure from various people or whether it was the feeling I got after chopping out a particularly annoying lump of hair which after snipping looked like a voodoo doll of sorts. I was going to keep it, or take a picture, but didn’t have my camera and couldn’t be arsed. Besides, it was a bit late after I’d thrown it in the sea to drift aimlessly.
Anyway, whilst hacking that off the thought occurred to me that why don’t I just cut it all off again myself? Albeit not to the wood again, but just randomly snip and take out what I can, or toy with one side nothing one side long etc before starting growing it from scratch again.
Then a part of me feels bad for even thinking such a thought. You see, I think I’m attached to my hair in more ways than the one obvious way, it feels like a fairly important part of me. Something I’ve actually worked towards and enjoyed.
To chop it now seems a waste.

So what to do? Who knows. If I do it I need to get some before, after, and during shots, which means I need to secure a camera. I also should really consider getting sponsored for it… hehe. Or not, ’cause that would be wrong, and all that.

Time will tell. Stay tuned. Plug in. Do whatever the hell you want.

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‘Well I woke up this morning to find, oh yes, the devil was crossing me…’
- The Columbines