The Final Showdown

After months of rebellion, I finally decided to give into the system. I had my hair trimmed. As I sat in the saloon, waiting for the "hair designer" to finish his job, I was looking at myself in the mirror transforming from a hippie into mama's little boy. It looked like I was growing younger with every snip of the scissors. Finally when I got out of that place, my head felt so light and nice. All that constant irritation and fidgeting was gone. No more checking if my hairs were standing up like horns. I was finally a free person.

Till I got home.

I looked in the mirror aghast. I couldn't recognize myself. Woah! I realized that this was going to be a serious identity problem. I looked like a long lost version of myself. I never thought I'd look like this anymore. I mean other people many recognize me but I have trouble relating to this new look.

Oh! And the feeling of having to give into the system, not good.