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Hair salon - pride and prejudice

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Am I desperate or do I just look like as if I were? Yes, I finally went to have a cut. I was mentioning yesterday I should - have long ago - and I did it. Many of you people out there may think "so what is the big deal?". The big deal is that I sort of...have a problem with hair dressers. Is it prejudice or just pride? Maybe both. I am very motivated and well intentioned and ask - beg - for a cut, nothing special just "stop this mess, I don't have time to wash my hair" (which usually takes more than half an hour, with the drying, plus vacuum cleaning and it is stressful because Bastian would usually start crying in the middle of everything so I just have to hurry and be half as happy with the shampoo session - let's leave the conditioner for another time and let's leave a bit of wet hair, so tomorrow I can have terrible neck pain and so on...). Hair salon is the solution, even if, as I mentioned, it takes a lot of lowering my pride just to make an appoin...