While I sat, my hair was practically being pulled out by the lady standing behind me. Guess I shouldn't have had so much Murray's Pomeade in.

My mom, dad, and sister gave me the usual lectures after I announced that I was growing out my hair. Usually they will take one of three stances:

1) Longer hair will never attract any girls
2) Longer hair looks "scraggly" and "unkempt"
3) Short hair looks so much nicer on guys

Sometimes they will choose one of these lectures, but today they decided it was necessary to use all three. After my sister asked "why does every college guy want to grow his hair long." I should have answered, "because all girls ever want you to do is cut it," but I said nothing. The rest of the ride home, there was a voice in the back of my head saying "girls will never like you with longer hair" which was repeated over and over for emphasis. By the time I got home, I finally gave in.

Since I didn't know where I should get my haircut, I thought I'd just choose the one with the most homosexual name. I chose Great Clips even though Hair Cuttery came in an extremely close second. After I had gone in, I realized that I had gone in right before they were going to close. After trying to tell them that I'd just get it done some other time. They refused the offer and one of the ten women there sat me in her chair and started cutting my hair. After she had started, I could already tell that it was going to be a bad one.

I just busied myself with other things and tried to avoid looking at my reflection in the mirror. The lady cutting my hair told a few bad jokes and I tried to give her some good courtesy laughs, but my heart just wasn't in it. I begrudgingly gave them $11 and left. I felt mad, but I also got a good laugh at myself for being so concerned about a haircut.

Why do I place so much value on how I look to others? So what if I don't like my haircut. It'll grow back.

It always does.