a rather silly topic to write on. But it's odd to realise that I have never got a real hair cut barring the occasional hair trims....
i just hate to experiment with self...the inertia against change is so strong that i psych myself to imaging the worst...for example in this case my fears tell me that my hair will start falling if i get the hair cut...plus i wont look nice in the new style...plus the quality of my hair will deteorate and what not...sushant has always wanted to see me in a smarter hair cut...but my fears never let me make my sweetie happy...fuck the hair...fuck the hair fall...lets just chop them.......but sushant is gone for an year...he any ways wont see...should i wait for another year? but i am only getting older.........oh gosh....confusions again,...i hate being a libran at times...well well well...i forgot 2 write where the whole idea of the hair cut emerged from...i went to the parlor today and saw a woman getting a cut... that's when my desires to get one arose...
lets do it baby...lets chop them...
ah it feels great to arrive at a decision after all...or shall i say after 27 long years of my life...
:-)
good night
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