Well, I started by turning from black to substantially grey in my late twenties and I think it is pretty much reaching the end of that change. But now I’m noticing a little thinning up top, and I am not excited about that change at all.
Due to Covid, I went more than a year without a haircut and my hair got really long, which doesn’t suit me at all. Fortunately I’m now back to my normal summer cut, which is super short. My rest-of-the-year cut is either a chin-length bob or a very slightly longer version of my summer cut.
My hairstyle is influenced by the fact that rather than simply having a mind of its own, my hair has a severe case of dissociative personality disorder replete with internecine quarrels and delusional paranoid plots. It has already assassinated three combs, a hairbrush, and two blow-dryers that various individual and allied factions believed were scheming to install uniformity across them all. The battle continues.