worries

I'm seriously considering a school in NYC--in the empire state building. leaving the wealthy vacation spot in our beautiful maryland boonies for The City could be a major change. I think I would like it, but I can't help wondering:

what do you do when you commit yourself to a place during a major time period in your life and only discover after you've settled that you absolutely hate it?

my big head

I got my hair cut. short.

it was long before: gorgeous curls that reached the middle of my back. it was almost a separate identity. my hair and I went places together. there was no ignoring my hair.

I got it cut for a number of reasons. to keep things simple, I tell most people that I just needed a change.

now, however, my new style seems to have made more of an impact on some people than I would have liked. there were a number of males who I knew liked my hair the way it was before three weeks ago. I got used to slapping hands away from my head. for three weeks, though, I've been ostracized by said males. the connections are pretty easy to draw.

should guys be permitted to dictate to girls how they must style their lives, if they wish to enjoy the guys' company?