When I was a young man, I had very long hair. It was all one length, reached the middle of my back, and earned me the nickname "Favio" -which also dates the experience.
When I moved to Atlanta, I cut my hair short, real short. Since then, I'd played with different lengths. I finally committed to growing it out and achieved a chin-lengthed bob. This was last summer. Suddenly, I found myself in an altercation with an old, crotchety, high-strung, unfriendly, selfish, hateful, inconsiderate moron who pepper sprayed me and my dog because he was off his leash in the local park. The dog was off the leash - just to clarify. We were both issued disorderly conduct citations and required to appear in court. The other man and I were issued citations, not the dog. I was issued a citation for having the dog off his leash however. Stupid dog. I told him he was going to get in trouble!
Well, anyone knows that you don't show up to court with a hippee-haircut if you expect to have any justice served.
I cut it short again. 8 inches of hair plus all charges dropped.
So, after 5 long years of in-between length, it had finaly reached "long" status when I lost it again. It finally looked about like I wanted it to. It was out of my eyes. It was artistic and rebelious yet not totally unstylish. It his the geek that lives in my skin under a shroud of something different, something interesting. It suits me to have long hair. In truth, I like to hide behind it. I like to let it fall over my face when I sing, as if no one can see me and they are forced just to listen. Perhaps I ought to wear sunglasses...
Hair is not that important to me. It represented something when I was younger but now I have more important things to concern myself with. I still miss it, however.
Today, I came into work after having just had my hair cut. I had let it go a little too long. I'd event trimmed it up a few times with a bic razor (you'd be surprised what you can do with a disposable razor). I asked for as short as possible. After all, might as well maximize the cut.
Several people made some "Joey" jokes with me and a few came right out and said they miss my long hair (women, particularly). I guess it represented something for them, too. What, I wonder?
I am not ready, nor willing, to go through the discomfort of trying to let my hair grow past my eyes again. Not yet. One day, I think I will. I think I'll not cut it again, once I do. I'd better get any more court appearances over with before I take the plunge. I'll roll into 30: short-haired and clean-shaven. That way everyone can say I'm having a mid life crisis when I grow my hair out again :)
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