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Having people remark on my getting a haircut is weird. Probably because I didn’t get a real haircut for, oh, the first 20 years of my life.
I’m not used to it.
It wasn’t until a few days ago though, that I really felt weirded out by it. I can accept my sisters and my mom discussing whether or not I am better looking with long or medium or short hair, and Jester asking me to turn my head different ways so he can inspect the weirdness of how short it is now. And I can accept my employees and the others on our management team remarking that I got it cut. Or that it looks nice. Or that they like it. That’s all normal, I suppose.
It’s not until you come across that one person who sees you after this (truthfully not all that drastic) haircut, and whose jaw actually drops and who continues to look at you as though you are a completely different person, even after they’ve seen you several times, and who finally announces when you are trying to discuss something unrelated, that they are “all about that haircut”…
It’s a little creepy. You know. Just a bit.
Or maybe it only feels creepy because I don’t know how else to feel about it. I mean, I am genuinely unaccustomed to receiving compliments about my person, which I admit I always put down to my not being very attractive…but what do I know.
Haircuts, man…
That’s all. I guess. I had something else…about talking to my cat, and tea. Lame, right? Right.
Means it’s time for me to try and sleep.