Hair-cutting is almost always therapeutic. That masterful snip-snip process that leaves you with a literally lighter head is a joy, but only of course if you trust your hairdresser enough to leave your head in his hands.
I'd better make an appointment with mine soon. The hair is growing so well, you can at best mistake me for an abandoned shaggy doggie, or at worst an unruly bougainvillea bush lining the side of overhead bridge.
Believe it or not, I had once thought of becoming a hairdresser... Perhaps, I can be my first customer. Afterall, there is such a thing called a wig.
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