I haven’t had my hair cut in over a year now, and I’ve been getting kind of annoyed with how long and heavy it’s gotten. So today I was determined to head out and finally get it cut.

Only when I stopped to look in a mirror, my hair decided to look extra nice for me, and I couldn’t bring myself to chop it all off.

Naturally once my resolve faltered, I went back later and looked in a mirror, only to see that my pretty hair was back to its usual frumpy self. By that point I didn’t feel like going out anymore.

My hair hates me, and is clearly determined to not be cut.