Silly Hairdresser conversations

If only we still got this empty feeling of light happiness

I’m not a geek, a freak, a hipster, an anything-invented-to-look-to-be-something; I am just me. A 31 years old woman, and already with a third of my hair growing white! Now, if you’re still in your thirties, or even if you’re in your thirties and you don’t even have a single white hair, you may not understand how annoying it may be. Nonetheless, don’t go away; Hold on because this may relate to you. If not, sorry for making you waste your time.

But, about the hair, long were those days when I was careless about it and just dyed it to look cool. But now! Now I have to take time out of my schedule, go there, sit on a chair for at least 2 hours, and do nothing when I have so much to do, and it’s not like you can be there with your laptop working or reading your favorite book, no. How could I, when out of nowhere she — the woman who has been ripping of my wallet and taking care of my hair — appears either to adjust your head or to move a little bit the chair you have been putting your ass on for almost 2 hours? At the same time, carrying the conversation with another customer but me! This is the main point! The conversations I have to hear are another level of suffering! Perhaps it’s my low frequency to the hairdresser, which causes me to feel that I am an outsider whenever I step into one.