hear! hair!

if i were ever a super hero, i'd be umm... invisible woman. my super power being the ability to be absolutely invisible. totally. completely. very, very, invisible. ------------------------------- [eds note: picture edited for obscene content] the issue being, for the last two years, ive carried a very short crop. a very, very short crop... it's so much easier to handle, and carry... except as off late, everyone and their goldfish have been telling me to grow out my hair, cuz umm... they would like to see a change. and that without exaggeration, most of my male friends had hair longer than mine. fair enough. it cant be that bad, right? except that it is. not only do such short hair take time to grow (this picture was actually taken like 6 weeks after the actual shearing itself... so imagine how short im used to keeping it)... but... it just feels so weird. it's like... stability... ugh... i almost feel committed ... and ummm... compelled to be all mature, and serious and like non-flippant... and boring. and grounded. the issue is, why cant i just go out and get my hair cut again, right? cuz, i would feel very guilty for letting so many ppl down. talk about being screwed up. it's my hair, my life, my choice. and look at how im allowing others to not only comment, but also influence my decision. im such a freak ------------------------------- jin zakhmon ko wakt bher chala hai tum kiyun unhain cheray ja rahay ho rekhaon ka kehl hai muqadder rekhaon say maat kha rahay ho