I got a haircut

 These are slow-news times as you've figured by now, and I've not been particularly inspired in the last two months. Nothing interesting or fun, fiction, to write. So things like this will be taking up more space. What to do, I too yearn for the gods of inspiration, help me get them back to me...

I went to the old barbershop in Teele, the one that's been running for 85 years. The old dude who took over from his father's original store starting working there 65 years ago apparently. It should be a goddamn national landmark.

He seemed sad. Apparently the landlord had given 50% off for the hard months, but the customers had gone down to a quarter. He had other interesting observations: people were showing up throughout the course of the day instead of bunched around evenings or weekends, he figured everybody must be working from home. And how so many people had bought clippers and scissors and tried to cut themselves. They come back, he said, they always do because you know this work needs some skill, everybody thinks they can just look up some video on the internet and do what I do but they're wrong and when they mess it up, they come to me and say ohhh toni help me please. I laugh at them.

There was some misunderstanding involved with the length of the hair, I meant to ask for the second-shortest setting of the clipper but was too polite to say anything so I got the shortest cut. It's not bad at all, I like it. The forehead looks large yes but I shaved my neckbeard and adjusted the corner lines of two sids, and I do look like a pompin' popular star celebrity of some sort. Somebody already called me handsome, they're often joking and sarcastic about things, give this one to me thank you very much. My hair is about as long as facial hair, which is quite the look, should explore this more.

Couple of pros and cons of the new haircut. A disadvantage is that I'm cutting this in deep winter, so there's less insulation around my head area. Not just that my hair acted like a windbreaker and stopped chilly winds from penetrating my personal space and going close to my brain, that layer of blanket has been removed.

The advantages are many. I don't have to worry about looking bald or having my bald spot exposed because nobody cares about that stuff for somebody who's so clearly on the path to bald-dom. The hairfall goes to pretty much zero. And drying my head after shower just became a billion times quicker.

I've said this before, but people seem to dig my look with the short hair, specially the ladykind. Somebody told me the other day that I look much younger with short hair and a wider forehead, and I should not eel ashamed about my body or being at all. I've rarely felt so great about somebody saying something so nice.

All things considered, this was a move that couldn't have come in sooner.