When I was growing up, we went to the lady that my mom picked out. Easy, peasy. When I was in college, I would try to go back to Monroe when I could for haircuts, but that just got to be too much of a hassle. After a few misfires, I found the perfect girl in Ruston. Then I moved. In law school, I tried to go back to Ruston when I could for my girl there, but it just wasn't feasible so I found a girl in BR. Actually, that was the easiest. The place was right near campus, the girl didn't try to sell me anything, and cut my hair exactly how I wanted it. Then, I moved again. I tried a few different places in Shreve. The first was close to work, but she kept trying to sell me things I didn't want or need. The second was kind of far away. The third place kept blowing fuses during my haircut. I never really found a good fit but it was okay, because then I moved again. Now, I am back in BR. My girl from before really is too far away now and I don't remember her name... When I realized that it was time for a haircut (based on how much I wanted to die when I wore my hair down), I nearly cried. I spent several days looking online, reading reviews, and thinking about how to get to Ruston during the work week. Eventually, I just bit the bullet and made an appointment. I chose a higher-end chain of salons reasoning that the stylist would have to meet the strict standards of that brand to work at the salon. Regardless, I just knew that when I showed up for my appointment, I'd end up getting stuck with an untalented Edward Scissorhands.
I mean, what if she was having a bad day? What if she doesn't know how to cut my hair type? What if "she" is a "he" and a man cuts my hair? What if I hate it? What if they cut too much? What if they try to sell me products? What if they say I have awful hair? What if I'm late and they get mad at me?
I know, a bunch of irrational fears all tied to my fear of getting a haircut. I get clammy hands for days leading up to appointments, even after I've gone to the same person several times. It's ridiculous I know.
BUT.
If I have a bad haircut, then I have to deal with how to not be embarrassed when I go out in public. If they try to sell me things then I have to say no while feigning interest to I don't hurt their feelings, but I can't show too much interest or they won't stop asking. If they cut too much then I'll look like a boy. If I'm late then they won't cut my hair and I'll have to start all over.
I can rationalize anything.
In the end, my haircut turned out alright. I think. However, they tried to sell me way too many things so I'll mark that place of my list of potentials. I just get all anxious thinking about my next haircutting adventure. Here's hoping I can last another three months without one. At least.
