Another in a long line of acts that show how...eh, intelligent (yea, that's the ticket!) I am. Or maybe not so intelligent.
About three years ago (give or take a few days) I decided that I was tired of paying someone to cut my hair. It's not like I had some special type of haircut. Normally I would go and sit in the chair and tell them to just make it shorter. Real difficult, right?
At this time my hair wasn't that long, I wore in combed to the side and probably just off my neck. Once (yes this is one of those many years ago parts) I had hair down to about the middle of my back. But it got to be so much trouble I was glad when I finally cut it.
So anyways, at this point I decided that it would be easier and cheaper for me to cut my own hair. I went out and bought a pair of clippers. I decided that I wanted my hair shorter, just the length of running a clipper set about an inch or so through your hair. No problem I figured.
The first time I tried it and than went to work the next day. The laughter alerted me that something might be amiss. It seems I did a great job on the hair I could see. But there was a little patch in the back of my head that I couldn't see and somehow I missed. Made for a unique haircut. That night after work I went out bought a mirror that I could use to look behind me.
Now let's flash forward to a few months. I've been cutting it without too much problem now. I even get that little patch in the back now. Now I don't know how many of you are familar with these type of hair clippers. They have a piece you put over the blade to determine the length of the hair you want to leave.
One night I grabbed the clippers and proceeded to cut my hair. I ran it across the top of my head and noticed that an awful lot of hair seemed to fall off my head. Hmmmm, the strip it made through my hair seemed to be pretty barren too. I glanced down at the clippers and realized that I had forgotten to put the little piece over the blade. Basically I had shaved part of my head.
Well, now there's not a lot you can do after that. Unless I wanted to fashion a mohawk I was kind of stuck. So I just continued shaving. Until I was in all essence bald.
And that's pretty much how I leave it now. I've found not having any hair to bother with is a lot easier than having it. I don't shave it completely, I leave the stubble, but as far as I'm concerned it's pretty much bald now.
It's strange, going from the hair I used to have, and not ever wanting to get a haircut and even when it wasn't as long as it ever got, it would be down to my shoulders most times, to now not having any hair.
So maybe skipping a barber might not always be the way to go....or at least pay a little more attention to what you are doing when you are cutting your own hair.
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Just make sure your head isn't sunburnt, right? :)
If I could muster up the courage to go bald, it would probably save a lot of aggravation.
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My mother is going to kill me but...... my father, back in the seventies, decided to grow his hair long. He survived mom's endless nagging and loved the hippie look. One night mom fixed dad his favorite alcoholic drink, and fixed him another and another and another.... When he was crossed eyed and beyond caring she went in and grabbed the poodle clippers. OMG
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