The more I think about cutting my hair, the more people in my path come up to talk about it. A sign, perhaps. The coolest was a cashier at a gas station. She stared at me for a minute as she took my money, and then said, "You know, I've seen other people with dreads and they look nice enough, but you look really good with them. Like you were born to wear them." And I know I'd miss them, but that makes me want to cut them off more, because I want to be beholden to nothing, not even my hair. I didn't say I was a logical person all the time.