yes, hair grows

but i never knew the extent of security i derive from my mane until i lopped it all off.
i was craving for a change (anything!).
besides, the weight and hassle of washing were killing me so i entered the salon on a lark and the stylist went ballistic with his scissors.
i swear stylists cannot resist snipping at long hair.
it's like they get possessed with the strangest notion that they can somehow transform your life with a mere snip here and there. x 18435976 times.
the departure was agonising, like breaking up with someone in jest only to realize he's gone for good and all you're left with are tons of bills and a stinking plant.

that's it. no more trimming for the next 6 months or until it grows to a respectable boob-length, whichever is earlier.