a current ahair

what exactly happened to my hair? doesn't it know that i love it? why does it seem to have been slowly moving out over the past decade? it is as if it can't really deal with an abrupt break-up and feels the need to insecurely drag us both through a long drawn-out ordeal.
the really odd thing is, i have a theory that the hair that flees my head is so utterly co-dependant and unsure of itself that as gravity has its pull down a few stray hairs decide to grab onto my shoulders in a last feeble attempt to root itself. the male of the species is not, by any means, the most enticing, wouldn't you say?