Hair

Sometimes I wish I could cut it off. I dunno if you've ever felt the need to not have it, but I don't see any reason why I need it. And then, once I do cut it, then I'm thinking, What the h*** is wrong with you? This might seem like a really random post, and it is, but I was just playing ping pong at a friends house the other day and didn't have an elastic. You can imagine how irritated I was. Moving constantly to brush it off my face, I would then proceed to miss a play. I lost. Oh, and then we played Foosball and, you guessed it. I lost. Stupid hair. Good for nothing, really. I can't do anything with it and it's dead. Even though it grows, people say it's dead, but why then, does it grow? I've never been able to answer this question and I've never taken time to look it up and see. I've never seen the need to really know. Yet, here I am, rambling on and on, wondering about it. Hmmm. Interesting. I love looking outside and seeing the fog and mist from last night's downpour. It makes me feel like I've refreshed myself and I can start again. It's probably lame, but that's what I think when I see or feel it:)