I thought when I cut a foot and a half off my hair junior year
of high school I wouldn't have to deal with long hair ever
again.
I realized I was wrong senoir year of high school when I was
still finding my long hair on all my clothes.
I realized I was wrong freshman year of college when my
roommate's long hair ended up on my tooth brush.
I realized I was wrong sophomore year of college every time I
played with the long hair of my two best friends.
I realized I was wrong junior year of college picking my
girlfriend's long hair off my clothes and hers.
I realized that I would always be wrong senoir year of college
while frantically lint rolling sheets of Leemur and Lily hair
off a sweatshirt so I could have her close without an allergic
reaction.
Sometimes knowing that I will always be surrounded by hair
bothers me. But then I remember who all the hair is from
and it just makes me happy that I live in a world with such
wonderful people.
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