A decent haircut
I still remember I dread going to the barber when I was young. I hate the smell and sound of that shaver, the inconsistancy of the final look. It is always a different look. Once I step out of the barber shop, a gloomy day awaits.
Nowadays, I love going for a haircut, because there is a whole new different meaning to it. It is never the smell of the salon, the end products, or even the hair wash. It is the person cutting it. Someone that I have let her cut my hair for … 9 years, and counting. It is a therapy to me. Whenever I am down and out, she is definitely one of the person that care and advice me. In my heart, I know that sometimes she is lying about the advice she said. But honestly I won’t be bothered by it. White lies do help motivate a person when he’s at a crossroad. She meant well. At the very least, she took the effort to lie, just to make me feel better. At least she care.
Throughout these years, she share with me her opinions on all aspects, which I am more than willing to hear. All aspects..Jokes, relationships, family, career, investments, business, health.. you name it, she got it. I don’t have to say what issues I am facing, she can guess it correctly all the time. It’s really nice to have someone that understand you all the time.
It really is a nice feeling.
looking forward to my next visit.
andguy on January 28th 2010 in Thoughts
