And then I started to think that maybe I couldn’t be fashionable, but perhaps if it got longer still, I could really express something about who I was.
And now I think I’ve just hit the worst stage… sheer morbid curiosity. I really don’t want to cut it… not because I like it so much… but because I’m really curious about what might possibly happen if my hair continues to get bigger and bigger. I mean, think about it like this… I have already stopped sleeping on a pillow at night because of the sheer bulk of the fro. I don’t need to wear a hat outside to keep warm anymore. Aren’t you the least bit curious? I mean, the day may come when carrying an umbrella becomes totally unnecessary.