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HAIR TODAY GONE TOMORROW

Well, not really gone. But there is less and less.

Today's movie was a haircut. Same time slot.

I had a good time. That has not always been the case.

I have a long love/hate relationship with barbers, hair stylists and, the present worker on my head, hair dressers. That is what he calls it.

At times, I have been my own barber.

Why am I so resistant and reluctant about hair dos?

Maybe it is trauma although I can't remember anything of note.

Maybe it is hard wired.

I don't like attention of that kind. Group adulation, crowd love, put the spotlight on me me me. One and one, not so much.

Then there is the hoo-doo that goes with it. The mirror. Is it all right? The dressing. The fucking blower.

I have tried it all and found most of it wanting.

But now, there are two things. I do want long hair. And if one is to have it, one needs help. I can give myself a pretty good buzz cut but not "leave it long in the back, a little off the sides and......"

I got to be close friends with a hair dresser, his word for it, and he was at me to let him do my hair. Finally, I let go and went into his shop and the rest is history.

I have pretty much relaxed into the process.

There are some things I still cringe over, some. I don't much like to have the "stress massage" at the beginning. I get stressed rather than lose stress.

I don't much like the shampoo but I have adopted his products for mine and so there is nothing strange about it other than that he is doing it. Best thing about this is that there is no hair on my neck when I go home. It is clean.

I am ambivalent about the drier but we have reached a rapprochement on this. He does a little to shape the sides but then I intervene and show him how I "style" it with wet hands, slicked back. He stops. We go through this dumb show every time.

It is fun because we are friends. There is none of what I had become used to with hair people. No small talk please. I would pretty much be silent. Them too once they caught on. If they did. If they did not I didn't go back.

But my hair dresser is my friend now and so there is just more of the same talk we have any other time.

Easy.

So. No movie today, just a friendly hair job.

At the end he told me to come with him out in the quad that the shop sits on. To meet someone. He had spotted another friend across the court and so both of us went over and hung out a little. Very nice.

This video is really cute. They found a way to let these kids have a bit of a good time while getting the job done.

Distractions work.

Hey, it keeps me going to the same place and getting the best haircut in town from the best hair cutter in town. That is by a vote, folks. And, he is my friend.

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