Yesterday I got a much needed haircut. I asked for it to be cut extra short this time because I usually wait way too long to get my haircut each time. Of course this only means that I’ll be able to put off getting it cut for even longer this time but hey, there’s no arguing with me sometimes.
Anyway, this morning as I was trying to “do” my hair it occurred to me that a new haircut is similar to a new relationship. It’s exciting and full of promise at first but soon you realize its going to take a lot more work (and gel) to get things working correctly.