Finally - THE haircut

I knew it wasn't working. So I made the intelligent decision to visit the salon (even though I should have had my hair cut at least 3 months ago).
I thought of impressing the folk by my long rock-star like hair. After months of hard work and avoiding the barber - my hair barely reached shoulder length. You can hardly impress the girls with that as they - on an average - easily have two to four times that length.

But what really madened me was that nobody noticed my efforts. The longest hair length of my entire life, got zero attention.
Zero.

"The pain is too much" I told myself.

After an hour at the salon I came back and stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was now visibly short. Very very short.
I realized that I looked 5 years younger and my head felt 5 kgs lighter. Not that my hair is so heavy but my brain has a Chronic Exaggeration Syndrome.
(Proof - this blog)

But I felt much better.
As I happily put some hair oil -
"Bloody hell" I screamed.
"Not again" I yelped.

The involuntary habit of the past 3 months - applying extra oil for the formerly long hair - was nearly 5 times the requirement of the presently short hair.
My head now shone like a tube light.

My heart consoled me "You're only human."
My brain sadistically added "Despite the contrary evidence."