A good haircut can seriously change your mood and attitudes on a given day. If you look good, you feel good, and vice versa. It’s as true as people say. The barber really trimmed up my face and the back of my neck, and after looking in the mirror afterwards, I could seriously tell the difference between how I looked before and how I look now. Given, by the time this post goes up it’ll be a few weeks in the past, but I still think this particular haircut will stay strong for awhile. She cut it short, but not too short, enough so that it won’t grow back too quickly but not so much that it’s overwhelmingly short. That’s what I look for the most in a haircut.
Most of all, though, I just love the feeling afterwards of renewed confidence that comes from a successful trim.
My least favorite part about getting my hair cut is, of course, the conversations. It’s the same as going to the dentist, which I believe I’ve talked about on here before. Having endless conversation with the person treating me is not fun, and especially while I’m trying to concentrate on keeping my head straight and level throughout the whole procedure. My old barber, who passed away while I was still in middle school, used to call me “rubber neck” because my neck kept moving back and forth while he was trying to cut my hair. I still remember that whenever I get a haircut, because it reminds me to keep my head straight and listen to the barber’s directions closely. My Mom, who reads this blog regularly, will know exactly what I’m talking about!
Also like going to the dentist, I feel like it’s been a shorter duration since my last visit every time I get a haircut.