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He shot me down...

So, today I went on my lunch break and got my hair cut. Was this a good decision? Well, it depends on the meaning of the word "good". It was good for me to do something drastic and different. It was good for me to lose a level of comfort in order to experience the unknown level of existence outside of my regular zone. It was good to try something that I was a little scared to do, much like why people go sky diving or deep sea scuba diving: for a thrill, a break from the norm.

Now I look like I'm in sixth grade again.

Is THAT good?

I don't think so. My only thoughts are: I want my hair back.
But doesn't everyone go through this? At one point or another, we all chop off our hair and all wish it would grow back over night. Other people dye their hair and wish it would fade overnight. I have made a lot of silly hair decisions, but this one just seems so . . .

major!

C'est la vie, they say.

Now I will go have dinner with my mother and hear her either tell me how beautiful I am, or how young I look, or how "it will grow back!"

But it's hair. The hair on your head is dead. The cells at the follicle (where the hair meets the scalp) are alive, but they are multiplying and dying at a rapid rate and the dead cells, because of their structure, morph or "grow" into the form of what we call hair.

Soooo hair is really just dead skin cells! The skin cells bond together as they die so that the hair has the rope-like qualities that allow you to brush through it and pull on it. It keeps growing. . . even though it's dead. Strange.

What will our souls grow into when we die?