Things I Hate: Haircuts

Well, not all haircuts.  Not really.  I actually (and I know I’m not alone in this) find the experience of getting my hair cut to be kind of meditative, calming and peaceful.

No, I really just hate my most recent haircut, which happened about two weeks ago.

Why?

1. The stylist managed to stab me in the neck with her scissors.  It didn’t bleed (much), but it was still getting stabbed, which is never something that I’m a fan of.

2. After telling the stylist that I was happy with the current length of my hair and simply wanted a trim, I was shocked to, scant minutes later, feel about two to three inches of hair fall off of my head.  I’ve known people who suffer panic attacks and have always wondered in some masochistic part of my brain what they were like.  Now I know.  After a very short cut left me with a very, very unflattering driver’s license photo a few years ago, I started growing my hair out, and would even keep it long in the summer, when it was a bit of a pain in the ass, honestly.  It looked good, people (read: girls) liked it, and so who was I to argue?

3. When I paid, the hairdressover hovered over me waiting for a tip.  Had she not, I would have stiffed her, because, really, she did the exact opposite of what I asked her to do and nicked me, and I was a little out of sorts as a result.  Instead, due to some overcompensatory impulse in the prehistoric parts of my brain, I ended up giving her an above-average tip because, seriously guys, she was right in my face at the register, like a kid trying to sell her last box of Girl Scout cookies, mister, won’t you pleeeeease buy some cookies?

I meant to rant about this, well, two weeks ago, but my blog has been seven kinds of neglected lately.  I was reassured that I looked fine and that I’d get used to it.  However, I was hanging out with a friend last night and, while stopping at Sheetz for cigarettes (not for me) he looks at me and says, “You know, you really did look better with longer hair.”  Which got me thinking about the whole thing all over again.