I can’t decide whether I want my hair long or short,
—A privileged position, I know,
But also I can’t decide which side of myself I most relate to—
The intense, determined, go-getting side,
Who likes things streamlined for efficiency,
Likes to keep moving,
Likes to count press-ups, the peculiar romance and exhilaration of living to a regiment,
And the calmer, more sensitive side,
Who enjoys feeling like a hippie,
Loves the extra freedom for expression in longer hair,
The softer looks and warmth it gives off;
The truth is I am both at the same time,
Always have been,
Connected with disparate and apparently-exclusive social groups,
Each giving me the opportunity to express the different sides;
It’s rare that I can express all of myself to any single person,
And it’s rare that I ever feel happy with just one style or another 😆;
Hence the endless questioning, and changing—
But I value each equally, in its own right;
So, the answer is—
To hell with what anybody (even myself) says,
For whichever I choose there are always people whom question it similarly—
Oh, but longer hair suits you better,
Oh but shorter hair does!
I can understand the confusion,
But either option is correct,
That’s the answer.
Until I go bald 😉.
This also explains the range of my interests, musical tastes.