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I have to go and have my hair cut on Saturday. Yeuch.
I have purposefully had my hair long for ages so that I rarely need to have it cut, but about every three months it just gets too unruly and needs tidying.
And I hate it so much! I hate walking in to a salon full of perfect looking people, I hate the bright lights that make me look monstrous, I hate being touched by strangers, I hate the flesh crawling massages they do when washing your hair, I hate the way they rip combs and brushes through my hair and I hate how they blow dry and straighten my already straight hair until I am totally overheated and uncomfortable.
At home I wash and comb and care for my hair and it's never knotty and it never causes me any stress, it's just long and straight and easy to look after - but when I step into a hairdressers I feel like a scruffy lost kitten in a room full of bull dogs called Spike, and when I try and run out of the door on cartoon cartwheeling legs, an Acme Invisible Forcefield bounces me back in and I get chained to a chair whilst the dogs snicker to each other and pull out torture devices (brushes, scissors) whilst advancing towards my quaking form.
So yeh, getting my haircut sucks.
Thank god I'm not one of those fussy cows that minces off to the salon every fortnight and claims to enjoy all the pain inflicted on her because 'it's relaxing!!'
Weirdo.
I have purposefully had my hair long for ages so that I rarely need to have it cut, but about every three months it just gets too unruly and needs tidying.
And I hate it so much! I hate walking in to a salon full of perfect looking people, I hate the bright lights that make me look monstrous, I hate being touched by strangers, I hate the flesh crawling massages they do when washing your hair, I hate the way they rip combs and brushes through my hair and I hate how they blow dry and straighten my already straight hair until I am totally overheated and uncomfortable.
At home I wash and comb and care for my hair and it's never knotty and it never causes me any stress, it's just long and straight and easy to look after - but when I step into a hairdressers I feel like a scruffy lost kitten in a room full of bull dogs called Spike, and when I try and run out of the door on cartoon cartwheeling legs, an Acme Invisible Forcefield bounces me back in and I get chained to a chair whilst the dogs snicker to each other and pull out torture devices (brushes, scissors) whilst advancing towards my quaking form.
So yeh, getting my haircut sucks.
Thank god I'm not one of those fussy cows that minces off to the salon every fortnight and claims to enjoy all the pain inflicted on her because 'it's relaxing!!'
Weirdo.