It’s not obvious and the picture is bad, but I had a haircut. I’ve been going to the same place since I was a kid (with a few breaks). I called whilst I was on the train and luckily they had a space for me. I like to think that I am an easy customer as I just let them do what they want. That’s how I ended up with half a nearly shaved head in high school.
I used to HATE going to the hairdressers. My Dad cut my hair when I was young and after that my Nan and Grandad used to have to bribe me to go – I’d get a toy from Woolworths. Having my hair washed used to hurt my neck and I’d never say if the water was too hot or cold. I’d sit in awkward silence not being able to look at my reflection in the mirror or look at them. I used to wait to be back in the area though to get haircuts as I knew how ‘the place worked’. I got some free haircuts in London for a bit which was fine when I had a haircut that was on the student’s training list but they’d take up most of my day. So I’ve just tried to combine haircuts with visits to my family.
Over the years as my confidence has grown I have become able to have conversations with them. I probably chat too much now.