Hair Fascination

As I sit here playing with my hair, a few thoughts run through my mind.  I need a haircut, I have way too much time on my hands, and hair is just so damn fascinating!  Did I lose you there?  Let me explain.  Hair has always been fascinating to me, just because it's hair.  Women obsess about it and consider it sacrilege to touch or even ask about it, while most guys I know don't care two licks about it.  But to me, hair is cool.  As mine grows out, I can't help but wonder how I must look to another person with my spiky hair.  What about all the gray hairs I have?  People always joke about how cool it'd be to have silver hair like in video games, but no one ever said anything about gray, which means I'm too stressed or something is up with me genetically.  And what about when my hair eventually stops growing.  It's a fate that won't happen to everyone, but I know it will happen to me one day because all the men in my family have some form of hair loss.  So, while I complain about waking up and having to wash and make my hair look neat, I should enjoy the time I get to spend playing with it because one day, it'll be gone. 

Still, there's just so much I don't get about it.  It's a part of us, but it's something we often take for granted.

My First Barbershop Experience

Today was another day of firsts for me as I went to the barbershop for the first time ever as an adult.  I know you're probably surprised by that statement, considering my age, but my mom always cut my hair for me, so I never complained, since it was free, and I never found her style bad.  Recently though, she told me I had to go to the barbershop, so I did what she told me to do.  I was hesitant at first, but after going, I realized it wasn't so bad.

The barbershop I went to was a small place in my neighborhood.  I went really early in the morning, so I was basically the only person there beside one guy who was finishing up.  Once he left, it was my turn to get my haircut.  They cut on a number system with 3 being the lowest number and 1 being the highest.  The lower the number, the more amount of hair you want off.  Since I didn't want to be bald, but was unsure, I picked 1 and a half, which was what my friends usually got.  They cut off more than I expected, with people being able to see my scalp a bit, but I still like it.  My scalp gets some much needed exposure, and I won't need a haircut for awhile, which is the goal of a haircut.

So all in all, a good experience at the barbershop.  Nothing will ever replace my mom's work, but it was time to start anew, even if it cost $14.  And since I found the first experience so enjoyable, soon it will become routine.