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.
