"When are you going to cut your hair?", they ask, as if it is a foregone conclusion that I must be just about to check my watch and realise that I am late for my barbers appointment.
"Oh, I don't know. Sometime? I guess?", I stammer out, unsure entirely of why three girls I do not know are inquiring about the timeliness of my hair trimmings.
Repeat this encounter about five times everyday, replacing the three girls who did it last with basically anyone who goes to my school. Why. Does. It. Matter? I. Like. Long. Hair.
This may not seem 'stupid', but, see, it's usually people who only asked it LAST WEEK OR SO. That's when it becomes stupid, especially after a period of months.
"Oh, I don't know. Sometime? I guess?", I stammer out, unsure entirely of why three girls I do not know are inquiring about the timeliness of my hair trimmings.
Repeat this encounter about five times everyday, replacing the three girls who did it last with basically anyone who goes to my school. Why. Does. It. Matter? I. Like. Long. Hair.
This may not seem 'stupid', but, see, it's usually people who only asked it LAST WEEK OR SO. That's when it becomes stupid, especially after a period of months.