Losing My Fucking Mind

I must be losing my fucking mind. I finally caved and cut my hair a couple of days ago. I lasted exactly 7 months to the day with out a hair cut. It does look more professional, as I'm hoping to fill the supervisor position soon.

I do still have the bangs down to my mouth, so it's not a total waste of time and effort. Regardless of the outcome, either getting the job or not, I'm going to start growing the beard and hair back at some point.

I was going to originally go in with long hair, it would exude confidence, is what I thought. Then I started mind fucking myself over and over thinking about the "What if?" game. I decided that it is, after all only hair, and it looked like shit, and didn't really take that long to grow, why not cut it.

Besides, I think this is just a passing phase to remind me why I was growing my hair in the first place. Much like when I accidently "knicked" my beard off.

Oh well, it will be semi-long again by Christmas.