No, not already! But I just had one! I guess I can put it off another week. But its getting too long - too long to style. Too long, keeps getting in my eyes. You can feel it. As you roll your hand through it, you know your days are numbered. You need a haircut.
I hate getting my hair cut. It is worse than going to the dentist, since you only go to the dentist once a year. It doesn't matter where you go; from the cheapest military barber, to the generic cheap place which consist of an exciting word, and a word for haircut (example: Great Clips, Best Cuts, etc), or the over the top "salons", the treatment is all the same.
Forced small talk. "So, where do you go to school? Oh, I have a daughter that used to go there a couple of years ago." Well, I probably know her then, since she's probably 25 now and graduated before I even started going to high school. Violent gestures. Moving your head THIS way, and THAT way, and looking down and up and to the left, to the right, at an angle, straight ahead. And you can't see what they are doing. They could be doing anything when you are looking down. They wet you down with the spray bottle like a disobedient pet. Gagged and choked with baby powder, you shed pieces of hair everywhere until you can go home and shower and notice she fucked it up when she cut it. Well, at least it will grow back. I'll just wear a hat until then.