I never thought in a million years that I would grow this careless about my hair, given how obsessive and neurotic I have been in the past, but it's actually sort of a relief not to have any standards anymore, after years of having impossibly high standards. I know I should feel bad and should be more willing to put an effort in, but I just don't feel inspired and I'm kind of digging the extra time it gives me in the morning.

I haven't had my hair cut since November and haven't had the urge to, whereas in the past I'd be clawing at the walls after about 5 weeks. I'm not really intentionally growing it out. I just don't know what I want and so I can't be bothered to find a new stylist and spend the money. In fact, today I got an offer for a haircut, facial, neck and shoulder massage, and all sorts of other services for only $60 and I didn't take it because I just had no interest.

In terms of styling, all I do is wash it and run a wide tooth comb through it. I leave the house every day with wet hair. No product. No styling. No tools.

My dad has been on my case about this and tells me regularly that it looks "shabby," and I can't say I disagree. But it doesn't seem to bother me that it looks shabby. It bothers me more that it doesn't bother me...if that makes sense. Believe me, it is bad if my dad notices. He never notices ANYTHING relating to my appearance.

I guess I'm just not sure if it's good or bad that I have become so apathetic. I have to admit it feels good, which makes me think it is good...but I place so much importance on presentation that I guess I feel like a hypocrite.

Anyway, I am not sure what the point of writing this is because I know I"m not going to change my habits, but it has been on my mind lately.