In a sign that I really do seem to be changing I had my hair cut yesterday. It's weird enough walking past goths and thinking they used to be my people, now I'm voluntarily having my hair cut before it reaches halfway down my back. This is actually my second hair cut this year. It used to be I'd have one every two years.
Although honestly it's not actually much shorter than it was
It reached that annoying part of hair growth where it's so long it gets in the way but not long enough that you can tie it back and keep it out of the way. So I had to make a choice between putting up with it for a while or getting it cut and I just got it cut instead. It was going to be a little shorter but, honestly this actually happened, there was someone else waiting to get their hair cut and I felt bad that I was making them wait so I said it was good how it was rather than having just a little bit more taken off.
I'm English, it's what we do.
The thing is I actually have a psychological reason why I like my hair long. First of all; I think it looks good long. I like how it looks. Second; for reasons beyond my understanding lice really liked me when I was a kid. When I was growing up the most effective way to get rid of lice was to just shave your head so that's what happened a lot of the time. I hated it being short and I hated the memories associated with it so I always liked to let it grow long and just leave it. So there you have it; why I don't like getting hair cuts, but also that I actually got one.