What do you hair about?

Well I suppose I'll report on my weekend, the only eventful thing that happened was cutting my hair, yes I finally gave in, I cut off my golden curly locks and now its the shortest my hair has been in 2 years. I did myself, though I don't hate it like the time I accidentally shaved the sides of my head and then left the curls on top, but hey lets not get into that because that was 3 years ago and I looked silly, nor do I know how it was an accident, but it was. I missed church on Sunday cause I set my alarm for 9:50 pm instead of am, i was upset about it. Sunday night we lost our championship game 9-1. I'm not sure why we did so bad, but at least my foot didn't break like I thought it may have at first. It was still kind of fun. Other than that I remember doing a lot of video game playing and attempting to do homework, some eating, and sleeping.
I forgot to do a lot of homework though. Anyway I wrote a poem about my hair amongst other things. Towards the end it gets a little corny, but it was one of those deals where I was inspired and then was like okay lets end this poem.

Careless Hairlessness <------ I made that title up right now hehehe

I used to have a care
Back when I had my hair
The thing that allowed me to stand out
It wasn’t worth the attention brought about
I don’t want an outstanding quality
That brings people close to me
I’m willing to become just a number
When I can’t be feeling any number
Towards the world and all it offers
I seem subjected to the scoffers
But at least I can go to God
Get on my knees, begin to sob
Does that make me less a man?
Even though I’m doing what I can
Though my hair was a delight
The curls identified me in sight
But I decided to not allow to be defined
As the curly blonde I was so assigned
So now I have no hair
But I’ve forgotten how to care
About much of anything including myself
I deny my selfishness but not much else
Deny any pain I may or may not have felt
I think I’m content with what I’ve been dealt
But this about my hair and the promise I’ve made
To make myself a warrior armed with holy sage
And I know I don’t need hair for that
But by the time my hair grows back
I’m hoping my life will be on track
Towards a better place than where I’m at
But I’m doing just fine in my current state
And when my hair grows back I’ll be doing great!


Basically this poem tries to explain the reason I cut my hair. I mean I did love my hair and the curlyness and how I could never mold or sculpt it, and just dealt with the curls and allowed old ladies to admire it and constantly asked me if I got a perm. Every time my grandma sees me she asked if I got a perm, and I'd be like "No gram, I just woke up this morning and it was like this." Now granted I won't be getting compliments on my hair for a while nor will people say my hair is my trademark, but ultimately my hair doesn't make me who I am. Sure it was neat that people could recognize me from a distance, and it was fun to play with, because I could put my hair in my nose, and chew on it at times. But I cut it because I don't want to have something special about me even if it was just my hair. If someone is going to think I'm a cool person or someone they want to talk to, I want them to be able to do it when I'm as unattractive as possible. So yeah I miss my hair, yeah I didn't need to cut it, but I did and it will grow back in like 6 months which is a really long time and I wish it would take shorter, but I'm the same person. Still Jimmy, whether that's a good thing or a bad thing I don't know, but that's it. I have nothing more to say. Good day! God Bless!