Last night, I impulsively decided I wanted to give myself bangs. I proceeded to watch a youtube video on how to cut your own bangs done by this cute red-haired lady with a European accent of some sort. After, I walked over to my bathroom, grabbed a plastic bag to keep the stray hairs from falling all over my white floors (it didn’t help), and used a pair of ten-year-old scissors to undo a years worth of hair growth. The whole time, I kept telling myself “It’s only hair, it’s only hair”. And now, I have something that feels like a bowl cut and makes me look 5 years younger. But I can’t complain. Sometimes change is good. Especially when it’s spontaneous.