Today I am going to get my hair cut. This is a special occasion because I only manage to force myself go to the hairdresser every six months or so. That's why my hair is always a mess. In fact, I last got my hair cut about 5 months ago.

This is because hairdressers are evil.

There is nothing worse than going to the hairdresser. You go there, sit down, wait for a half an hour because hairdressers are always late of their schedule (but you felt the pressure to be there remotely on time), then hairdresser spots you, wants to know what kind of a haircut you want, which is bad in my case 'cos I couldn't give less, and then harrasses you with questions about school (where I don't even go to anymore), holidays, families and general what abouts. She cuts your hair, you are happy with it but not as enthusiasted as the hairdresser herself, look uncomfortable, pay, leave and never want to go back again.
(Sorry for the collective use of 'you').

And, yes, it is a pain in the ass. In fact, it's terrible. I'm not a social human being. I have terrible experiences of terrible hairdressers ( I even refused to get my hair cut professionally for a few years, I would force my mother (who can't even draw a straight line) to cut my hair), and I hate sitting there, staring at my own reflection from the mirror and suffling feet uncomfortably (because the chairs are uncomfortable and apparently not made for people like me). It's disgusting to have someone I don't know stick her fingers in my hair. I don't like being touched. I don't like even familiar people touching me. I simply hate it.
And I never ever know what to say. What am I going to say? What?!? "Well, I had a nervous breakdown and that's why I'm not doing anything atm?" It's not like I want to tell my life story to a complete stranger. Then there's the optional 'what are your future plans' type of questions. I'm sure they have a paper somewhere with a list of questions they can ask of quiet customers because they always ask the same questions. I hate it. I have no intention to talk about my life. I don't want to talk about my life. I wish they'd understand that some people just aren't so fucking talkative.

Anyway, I'm actually glad to get rid of my hair right now. It's been way too long for months and it has started to get annoying lately. It's getting difficult to control and it takes a long time to dry (uh, my hairs isn't even shoulder lenght right now so all you people who have long long hair are entitled to laught at me. I can bear it ;] ). It also looks rather silly and, honestly, absolutely terrible.

My hairdresser is quite good actually, her haircuts make my mother happy (who's the one who forces me to go there in the first place). I wish I could be a bit more grateful that she does the job and because her job is something I would never do myself (if I can possibly avoid that and I think that's possible). She makes me look a bit more like a human being, which is good (I think).

I think I'm going to try to get her cut as much of my hair away as I can.

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It seems I'm not adventurous enough. I'm not completely bald :).
One thing I also hate about hairdressers that I forgot is the music. The local radiostation seems to be the only thing they listen to and it simply sucks. So yeah... enough ranting for the day here.