I hate hairdressers.
I was going to end my post there, but I thought you'd like an explanation, so here goes.
(Oh no, not again, those stupid drawings!)
I had very beautiful hair. Well, to me it was beautiful.
But I wasn't 100% pleased with it and decided to go to the hairdresser.
A few days before the session, I stopped by the hairdresser and gave her some pictures of how I wanted my hair to be:
I wanted scene-inspired hair, with colours! Short and messy on the top, long and straight under. I figured this might need some planning, and therefore handed her the pictures so she had some time to think about this and how she would pull it off.
The days went, and suddenly I was sitting in her chair. I already had a bit of hairdresser-phobia, so I assured her THREE times NOT to cut the length, even if the hair was broken! Three times.
"No problem at all" she said. And then she destroyed me.
She could see the horror in my eyes when I looked in the mirror, and then she assured me that she had not, in fact, cut the length at all. She had just cut it a bit shorter in the front, but it was much longer in the back, and what she had cut was needed to be cut.
Like I don't have a mirror at home. Or feelings in my fingertips. Like I'd never figured it out that she had neutered me. Well, FUCK YOU!
You see the difference, right? It went from covering my nipples to not even touch my shoulders. I cried when I got home. No kidding. I cried alot.
It's gone two and a half years now, and my hair is almost at the same length as before the.. incident.
I hate hairdressers....
