I sometimes think that it might be convenient, even nice, to have short hair. All the time I'd save! I wouldn't have to worry about knots and snags every time it's windy! I wouldn't go through gallons of conditioner. Maybe it'd even go into a pretty updo (it's too heavy and gravity defeats me every time I try).
Then there are days when my locks dry in the sun, shading my neck and blowing across my eyes and... I love it. My mermaid hair, as much a part of me as my eyes, my lips, my heart.