I had my hair cut on Sunday evening. I had it cut quite short. Because of that, a good many people said to me today, “You got your hair cut.”
When a man gets a haircut, it is easy to make a casual comment such as, “You look fresher,” but when a woman cuts off long hair dramatically, one hesitates even to bring it up. Is that because people believe that a woman’s hair is her life? No, that seems unlikely. Rather, I thought there must be something more fundamental at work.
Hair takes time to grow. Conversely, the length of one’s hair is also that person’s history, and cutting it off feels like throwing away the time it took for that hair to grow. I think that is why one feels the weight of it and cannot make it a topic of conversation.
As though cutting off the past,
I cut my hair.
Unfortunately, memories cannot be discarded as easily as hair. Even though one knows that, putting the idea into action may in a sense be a sign of lingering attachment.
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