big thanks to the few bottles of miller genuine draft i was able to forget that my head has been acting like velcro since yesterday. clothes, fabrics, strings, threads, and anything that the could possible stick with the velcro also sticks with my hair. this disaster would not occur if only i have clipped my hair in a sober state. i only wanted a trim. unfortunately, the hair clipper’s blades were starving and ate up a huge portion of hair in one area. so i have no other choice but to shave my head off.
i could have gone to the barber but thinking about the 12$ haircut with a pseudo hair-cutter/stylist is not worth it. one hispanic hairstylist shaved my hair in such frenzy and speed that in less than five minutes, she declared her triumph over my hair. after the disaster, i was tempted to ask her if she was even a genuine coiffeuse, or rather a peluquero, but i restrained myself and instead chose to purchase my own hair clipper.
since then i’ve been cutting my own hair, trying out different ways to effectively cut it in style. but some things really required mastery. though i could usually trim both sides of my head with success, i would always find it hard to trim the back area. mastery of arm and neck contortion is required to get the perfect cut. although you have mirrors around you, if you cannot effectively reach and trim the area you wanted, your hair will end up in a disaster.
disaster happens when your head, although it enjoys the feeling of liberation from your thick hair, picks up not only clothes, fabrics, threads and other velcro loving materials, but also magnets hundreds of thoughts and ideas that lingers and floats into the vast area of the mind.
it is such an uneasy feeling, trust me. attracting thoughts, mostly uninvited, and keeping them in your head for days is torture.