Analytic Symptom #35: Attachment Syndrome

Im itching all over. I hate it when I go to the salon (well, parlor's too...errr....you know) and have my hair cut. After all those times that you admired yourself because you have grown your hair to that length (and volume...too much volume, that is. A reason why I needed a cut). I was stuck with the impression that I could manage with what I have but I got to the point that I cannot. I can't think of another way out, coz I have tried everything, hairband, clips, two combs at a time, rubber bands, shaving cream XD, Sun-silk silky soft shampoo and stuff...well, you get my point. Now, I have to go back to the start like in a snakes and ladder's game when you step into the mouth that big green snake in the middle.

And another thing, those stylist are good. Yet they are a bit scary at times. When I was having my hair cut, a big fat ugly man was putting blush-on on his already very pink face...Ohhh, the terror it brings. Haha...no way in hell Im gonna do that.

How I wish everything was just like cutting your hair. Asking another skilled person to cut it for you and...WhaLahh...you're problem is solved...well, for a price ofcourse. I hope someone could do the very same thing to my whole life. Just cut everything down and start over again. Well, I only know one person who can do that and there's no way he's gonna come down here just to make me feel good, I'm really not that important.

Or maybe I can do that myself. It maybe messy and all but I can do and rearrange everything I have and do some prioritizing, deleting and re-editing of my life, in general. But I can't seem to let go of my routine. I can't accept the fact that I need to move on, even if it means that you will lose attachment to the very ones you keep track of. And there are many things I've been keeping that I may lose.

Or maybe I lost them already...I've lost them a long time ago.

Then, if that's the case, I can really move on and 'get over with my life' (take note: not 'get my life over with'). Just forget I even had the chance to stay. Forget everything. Forget....

Forget what?

My hair's about to grow again in a month's time. Maybe by then I have more friends to reckon with than the last time I did even considered having them.

I was too attached that Iam now afraid to be THAT attached again.