Even if I somehow try to ignore the fact that season is changing my scalp obstinately refuses to oblige me.
No sir, it begins to shed hair in the hundreds, and a well endowed shriek a few thousand decibels loud, enough to crack the very foundations of the planet begins emanating from where I stand, comb in my hand studded with martyr hair, tears streaming from eyes, and a distinct bawling beginning to bubble up from the very core of my soul. I cry, nay, break into uncontrollable sobs, weep like my life has just begun to get over.
I mean these are my lovely hair that I've been nourishing forever, taking care of them, massaging, washing, disentangling, smoothing, brushing and now, all of a sudden some of them begin ungluing themselves all because the season has changed.
Goddamn you sudden summer!
I cry some more
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