It just doesn't make any sense. I get loads of compliments on my dreads. Yet occasionally I'm awash with feelings to brush them out. It just doesn't make sense. There are so many pros: not greasy white girl hair, no brushing, less washing, less stressing over hair styles, hair not sticking to chapstick, hair not wrapping around seatbelt when the window is open, not clogging the drain, no loose hairs, no bed head, hippi-esque, etc. The cons: I can't run my fingers thru hair, the stares, the stigma, wearing chopsticks, easier washing and faster drying. Do the pros out weigh the cons or vice versa? I don't know. My dreads are 17 months old. A year. A year of so much, getting engaged, getting married, cutting ties with my mom, getting a real job, losing a real job, deepest depression, getting another job, finding friends, finding peace, loving myself once again, sand from Jamaica, snow from Vermont my home. So much, am I ready to get rid of them? At times yes, most of the time no. I wonder sometimes if I'm the only one with these upsetting whims....