Theme # 3: Hair

I find I want to be free of my hair, or at least some of it.  At least a lot of it.  There is so much of it around, about my head nowadays, it has almost become an oppressive weight of hair and need to keep and hold on to something dear and soft and useless.

But what to do then, once it is shorn?  Where do I put the old locks, even more useless now that they have no roots to hold them to their purpose?  What do I do with what remains?  Do I style it to make it look feminine, youthful?  Do I cut it short in an old ladies style, admit to my aging?  Do I do what I’ve always done with it - cut it randomly, roughly with haste and anger, with mania in my eagerness to be RID OF what has outgrown its usefulness, only to end up with a rough-hewn cut that needs a professional’s care to make it presentable again?

What if I go too far?  What if I sever too much and it NEVER comes back ever, and I’m stuck with the raw scars of a bad haircut, the raw scars of a bad mood that went too far? 

No, better to just let it remain, attached and useless; safe where I can tie it up and feel my neck is not being choked by some oppressive tickling breeze, touching my skin and reminding me of what I don’t have.  Better to leave well enough alone and wrap it up, twist it around, wind it onto the back of my head and stab a pin through it so it won’t escape.  Some things are better left alone.