A few months ago, I realized something that should have been obvious far earlier: ponytails are cool. There is something both refined and rebellious in a sweet ponytail. Being both refined and rebellious myself, as well as sweet, I decided to grow a ponytail.
Recently, my activities have changed (biking again, along with disc golf and tennis), making the long hair a big hassle. This past week, my attempt at a ponytail became too much, involving incidents with bugs in my hair, snot in my hair, and neverending sweat in my hair.
So tonight, I gave up on my goal. This is as far as I made it:
Little did I know, a mishap with my sideburns would leave me looking much like my 18 year old self:
I can't say I'm not sad to give up on this goal. But, I know tomorrow when I am biking through campus or throwing a disc from the teepad, I will be glad to have made this cut.