Because I Haven’t Posted Enough Pictures Today

My friend Megan has recently posted about her hair, and my friend Kat is taunting everyone by making bold claims which she declines to prove, but which I am inclined to believe all the same (don’t tell).  I am inspired by these events, especially Megan’s comment:

I love when you ignore it for a while and it becomes hopelessly uninspired and the only thing you can do with it is wear it in a ponytail or look like a tumbleweed.

So, to join the fun, I share with you my hair at its most tumbleweedy.  Some time during my senior year in high school I decided, having never let it get longer than two or three inches, to see how long I could go without getting a haircut. This experiment lasted well into my freshman year of college, long enough to be immortalized on my university ID.  Unless I am someday gripped by a burst of highly uncharacteristic impulsivity, this is likely the weirdest my hair will ever look.  (Also, I will probably only have my hair for a few more years, so there’s that too.  Maybe, a decade or more from now, I will sit alone late at night, stare at this photo, and sigh profoundly to myself.)