I took this picture for posterity, and also so I'd have something to stare at and cry over the next time I cut my hair and inevitably regret it. Look how long it was! What was I thinking? Why didn't I just leave it alone? Etc.
I'd probably be happier about it if this hadn't happened immediately after that picture was taken:
In case you can't tell what's going on there, my hair is being yanked out by my own armpit. This happens approximately one hundred and five times per day.
I know lots of people who have long hair and I have yet to hear any of them bellyaching about how they keep finding large chunks of it stuck under the arm of their favorite wool jacket. I guess they're all more coordinated than I am.
That, or my armpit is jealous of all the attention my hair is getting.