The Shaggy Rckt

You know how your hair reaches that point where it’s grown out so long that you just can’t do anything with it? No amount of product; no time spent fluffing, primping or prodding at it, can make it do what you want.

That’s where my hair is right now.

It doesn’t look bad or anything. It just isn’t cooperating.

“So get a haircut,” you say.

Well yes, I intend to. And that’s just the deal.

See, I’ve been cutting my own hair for, oh, the last 3 years.

I’ll give you a moment to catch your breath. Laughing will do that to people sometimes.

Seriously. I have been cutting my own hair.

Not long after my ex defected to California, I found myself in a endless stream of friends and loved ones making their way to CA– my hairdresser was the next one to follow.

After he moved, I tried a few new people but just couldn’t get comfortable with them. So I tried doing it myself. The results were– shall we say– awkward at best. I had an electric beard trimmer (from when I used to grow a goatee) and used that. It took FOR. EV. ER. So I splurged and bought myself a set of semi-professional clippers.

It took some getting used to them. They were heavier and had a long obnoxious cord that got in the way of everything. And doing the back took a LOT of practice. But eventually I got pretty good.

One day I dropped the clipper while using it and shattered my #5 guard. So I got used to cutting my hair on #6 instead.

I have to say, I think I fooled people pretty well. Nobody ever said “Who cut your hair” as if to say “Oh my GOD, what HAPPENED to you?” Or at least if they did, they disguised their voice well enough that I couldn’t pick up on it.

In any case, I’m done. It’s time to start going to someone again. I just don’t know where I’m going to go. I don’t believe in paying $50 for a haircut, especially when there really isn’t that much there to begin with. But I’ll do what I have to do, I guess.

I’ll show before & after pics when I get a moment. We’ll see how it goes.