Month: October 2002

The haircut event itself is the problem. You have to talk to people and the pay them, usually a tip. I hate “the tip.” The tip should be banned. It tweaks my awkwardness to the utmost. Invariably, the hair cutter makes a comment about my dandruff, as if I don’t already feel self-conscious enough.

The rash, the dandruff – it all fits together. My body hates me. It is rebelling in an auto-immune way. It doesn’t bother me in a very deep way because, I reckon, I’m not that deep. But it is itchy and that gets irritating.

My ass is killing me. I have been sitting on it for hours and normally this doesn’t bother me. In fact, I like it. It is way better than standing for hours. But that’s work. Work kills your ass. Most of the time.

Do you ever have that annoying problem of should I get a haircut or not. I want to get one because hair is, as far as I can tell, a pain in the ass (see the theme?). If you cut it short you are some kind of skin-head deviant and if letting it grow long is not an option. The washing, the blow drying, the braiding, the constant application of mousse and other products. It just isn’t for me.