I think I was about 14 when I first got my hair cut really short. Every 1-2 years I get the idea that I should grow my hair long again because I think it would be nice to be able to have a ponytail and do all the glamourous things I see other women doing with their flowing locks. You know, look like a movie star that has a professional stylist and loads of extensions glued to her head. Only for some reason, when I’m in the process of growing it out, I have this notion that movie stars actually do their own hair and it really is their own hair. Then my hair gets to about shoulder length and if I use my imagination and a lot of bobby pins I can put it into a ponytail. It’s when I’m at this point that I throw my hands in the air and the elastics at the mirror and exclaim, “What was I thinking? I’m not 13 anymore, and I can’t pull off this long hair thing!” And even it it was good and long I know I wouldn’t do anything glamourous with it, I’d just run around with a boring ponytail everyday. I then proceed to get my hair cut, as I did today, and wonder if I will ever learn my lesson.