or how to create terribly insufficient parallels
I've been thinking about my way of being and escapism. My hair keeps growing and I let it do so. I've came up with an explanation where I have set up a rapunzellian adventure of inner growth, where I'm the one who forces me to be locked up faraway from exposing myself. I'm Rapunzel and the witch at the same time. When I'm ready to destroy the tower, I also will be the prince.