11.10.25: The Haircut

There’s always that moment mid-haircut when you wonder if you’ve made a mistake. Too short? Wrong style? You watch helplessly as scissors slice away identity. Hair grows back, sure, but in that chair, it feels permanent. I once walked out of a barber shop looking like a military recruit when I’d asked for “just a trim.” Everyone knows the feeling of trying to pretend you like it, nodding while your soul screams. Haircuts are little lessons in surrender. You trust a stranger with your appearance, roll the dice, and hope you recognize the person staring back in the mirror.