I hate my family then, because they kept forcing me, until my adult age, to get a haircut because “it would look nice.”
I didn’t really care that much about brushing and washing my hair; because it felt like too much work (thanks capitalism); and I still thought that appearance didn’t matter.
I hate my family then, because they kept forcing me, until my adult age, to get a haircut because “it would look nice.”
I didn’t really care that much about brushing and washing my hair; because it felt like too much work (thanks capitalism); and I still thought that appearance didn’t matter.