you know what the best part of growing your hair (or, as i use to put it: “not cutting your hair” – fundamental difference) is?
almost all of my friends who i haven’t seen in some time will stand three feet away from me, looking me straight in the eyes, and still have a hard time remembering who that face belonged to.
i think it’s hilarious to watch people think so hard that you can nearly hear their thoughts. most of the time this is followed by a relieved “ahhh! it’s YOU!”
on the other hand, some people who i didn’t think would recognize me even with my usual haircut, greet me instantly (the kind of “it’s nice to see you again! how have you been?”-hello).
like my boss from four years ago, who i don’t think liked me *very* much (he didn’t hate me, and was always kind. but he also didn’t seem to be fond of me).
there’s something inside me that restrains me from going to bed before midnight. there – i gave in again!