Quarter Life Crisis

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I went to the hairdresser before lunch to have everything trimmed a little. I must say that I do not like being at a hairdresser's - I tend to think of it as a dentist-like appointment. While of course people are a bit friendlier at the hairdresser's and generally don't really hurt you, I consider it an uncomfortable waste of time. Having to stare at myself for half an hour in a mirror doesn't help either.

The worst thing is them asking whether I like it or not. I mean, what the hell do I know about hair? I can't tell. I don't usually have to look at it, so whom am I to decide? They've probably spent years learning about hair and reading glossies to keep up with style and whatever. So if they don't know, who does? In addition, as I only have to see my hair a few moments each day, why should it particularly please me. It' s one of these things I don't want to worry about - which probably accounts for the fact why I dislike mirrors as seeing myself starts me worrying. So, hmm - bad world.

November 6, 2002, 14:47

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