Messy Hair Month

Something happened to me on the morning of August 20th. Right when I was looking in the mirror getting ready for office, I thought and then challenged myself: Not to get haircut or comb my hair for a month, without telling anybody about it.

I thought I would post this on my blog once I am half way through. Actually half of the world could have recommended me a haircut right when I started, so you can imagine what my hair look like now and what would become of them on September 18th's morning. So far it's been love-hate relationship. First weekend of the decision: hardly anybody from my family notices it. Second weekend of the decision: everybody pushes me for an instant emergency-based haircut, when I just pretend to be lethargic and changing topic to random things. Some days I get so irritated and some days I feel like a lazy careless rockstar.

This is what certified insane people do when bored. Don't you try this.

Update: I do shampoo my hair regularly, so I don't really look like a Malung, yet.