The day after New Year's, my cousins' father insisted that I cut my hair down, just because. I hate it when people who aren't even your parents instruct you to do things that you shouldn't be obligated to follow, yet he bickers and tells me to turn off my iPod when I'm in the car, get off the cell phone after I spend too much time talking to people, etc., etc. Me being the idiot that I am went along with what he said 99.9% of the time, and I fed into his B.S. yet again when my cousins' and I went to the barber and had my hair taken down, just because of their father's idiocy thinking that he's my dad too...when he isn't!
I was not please as to what became of my hair to the point where I said "screw it", and I shaved it all off. There was no reason for me to cut my hair off just because he told me to, I had a right to do what I wanted with my hair, even if it meant growing it long and having it straightened, because that's the style I like to have it: straightened and combed backwards with hair glue holding it down. I always left my house with my hair in a presentable manner, but he didn't care.
So I'm starting from scratch, because the barber botched my hair when I picked it out and it didn't look even at all. My mom was shocked with what I did but she didn't really question me so much as to why I did it. But I'm never listening to anyone when they tell me what to do with my hair. So now I shaved everything off, and I'm growing my hair from scratch, and when it's back to a reasonable length again, I'm doing what I want to do with it, whether I want to straighten it, spike it, or fauxhawk it for the matter.