I just got a haircut.
This is a momentous occasion in my life. I have gotten my hair cut professionally, maybe ten times in the last decade. I usually do it myself, simply because I don't trust people. Nobody knows what to do with curly hair. They either make me look like I'm in year 8 again, or they short-back-and-sides me, whilst brushing the top all tall and crap, ala Vanilla Ice.
So usually I give myself a #4 and be done with it, or occasionally get a bit creative with the scissors, but this option leaves me standing cold and covered in hair, in the bathroom for an hour and a half with ten mirrors aligned around the room so I can see all angles. A lot of effort.
I got jack of my 'funny turley hair' as my daughter calls it, this morning, and just on a whim decided to go to the professionals on the way to work. A big risk, but it looks okay. I guess.
The guy wisecracked 'the back turns into an afro doesn't it?' Just cut my hair, buddy, and spare me the comedy. He then asked, 'have you always worn it naturally?' Having no idea what the alternative would be, I said 'yeah...?' and for the rest of the time boggled my mind over just what 'unnatural' would look like, practically speaking.
Anyways, I am feeling less Frodo, less Mr Tumnus, and a bit more presentable.