Particularly on weekends, when I stay in, as I often do until I get coffee, I don't comb my hair. And especially in the winter, when the static electricity is worse, much of my hair stands out and it can look quite dishevelled. I generally don't brush it until I am about to go out, and it can be in this state for hours on end.
After all why should I comb it? I don't normally look in the mirror much, and when I don't I can't see, or otherwise perceive, the state of my hair. This is really the crux of the matter. As I live alone, the only other one I can think of who might care would be God, since He sees all things. But something deep inside me says that he will overlook this dereliction, though it seems to me inconsistent for God as I imagine He must be rather proper, given all the order in the universe.
I don't really think that I can tell without looking when my hair is in a state of disarray, and in any case it doesn't bother me or affect me in any way, I don't think. For example, I am writing this with my hair uncombed, or more accurately unbrushed, and I think that this condition will have very little effect on what I am writing, except perhaps this sentence, but not definitely this sentence, as I could be lying about the state of my hair.
I recently bought a new brush, as my old one fell in the toilet. It was more or less bound to happen due to the proximity of the sink to the toilet, and because I kept the brush on the side of the sink nearest the toilet. For a few weeks I was combing my hair with a little beard comb that came with my new beard trimming set. It worked OK except that it required more effort as it tended to get stuck, and although I could not notice on the finished product, I think I was ripping a lot of my hair.
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