An Experiment

Sooooo…. things are starting to get out of control. I really didn’t intend for things to go this far. At first, it started out as a little bit of laziness.

“I’ll cut it next week,” I would say. But after the laziness phase wore off… I started to think that maybe it was really cool. Maybe if I let it go a little longer, I could make some sort of cool fashion statement like Patrick Jane in the Mentalist.

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.

You know, something like, “I’m not just your average Ph.D. student… I’m street… a low-down gangsta set trippin’ bangah.”

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.