Frayed bow hair as a conversation I can't end

There's maybe a third of the hair left on my bow, and every time I rosin it I notice another strand snap. I keep telling myself I'll rehair it before the next concert, but honestly I think I'm attached to the way it plays now — uneven, cracked, like it knows my bad habits better than I do. Idk, some days I wonder if we keep things past their prime out of love or because the new version scares us slightly.