haircut – Stories That Are All True

After highlighting my hair with blue, everything else seems unimportant. The blue is very dark, so I’m waiting for it to fade a little so it actually shows. I think it’s really cute so far, but my hair needs to be styled every day. That’s the thing about short hair- there’s no getting away with a ponytail. My first job was at SuperCuts, where all of the hairdressers practiced on me. My hair went from the middle of my back to a fade fairly quickly. I think that a short cut makes my face look less round, so I’ve just kept it.

And in fact, my first job and my fade now often gets me interested in haircuts on YouTube. I particularly like Dan Gregory @ The Regal Gentleman. Just listening to him banter with the customers is interesting, and the haircuts are always spot on.

It’s not about learning to cut hair. It’s learning the lingo to get more precision results.

My weekend was absolutely wonderful. Every time I drive back to Virginia I recount all of my memories there and gawk at the monuments in DC on the way out. DC is still a mystery to me politically, but I absolutely love the architecture. Seeing it was part of the rhythm, part of the settling of my nervous system as I got out of town. The weather was miserably cold, but we didn’t care. We were inside gaming, watching movies, and cooking together.

It was different being in charge of a system like three kids with actual lives outside of me. I now know the rhythm of a parent and the cognitive load is heavier than advertised. But when you have kids who adore you, you do it willingly and gladly. Watch that youngest. They’re a little shifty.

There were a few things that absolutely were not on my bingo card, but it was fine. Dad just seemed happy the children were still alive.

But I finally had that moment of “oh, that’s why my parents probably did things the way they did them.” It’s intense and universal; Jeanne does not go back to the circle couch. You figure out a lot when you can finally bend the spoon.

The best part is that in addition to Maclaren the Frenchie, I had an additional dog, Beanie, who looks like Frank from “Men in Black.” Ayalla said, “she gets that a lot.” I’m sure. It’s not every day that you meet an intelligence officer.

I think I met one, though, and they’re currently ten years old because of course they are. That systems brain is always running, and trying to outrun me. Luckily, I caught on fast.

Tiina said, “they’re like velociraptors. Trainable, but don’t turn your back.”

I am currently almost catatonic out of exhaustion and yet when I woke up this morning I didn’t hear the dogs or the kids stirring. I was so disoriented that I thought “where are the children?!” And then I realized, “Oh. They’re not here.”

Tiina was also really sweet and let me visit the TV she got me for Hannukah.

I was out and about getting my drugs (always good to see my pharmacist. He rocks on several levels). I also thought I had an appointment at 10:30 this morning, because I got an appointment reminder on Friday. I remember scheduling an appointment the last time I was in the office, but I forgot to put it in my phone. Whether it was their mistake or mine, whether the appointment was earlier or later, was not the issue here, Dude. The issue is that I got an appointment reminder call from literally the only doctor I have. Then, I show up and my appointment isn’t in the computer at all. It didn’t matter. The only reason I have to see a doctor every month is to refill my Adderrall. I don’t need it all the time, but there are days when it bails my ass out.). I have trouble with doing a thing and going home immediately, so I decided to do two things. I went and got my drugs, then went and got a haircut. I have been complaining about the sensory nature of the hair on the back of my neck for ages, so I just got a fade and cut it all off. Well, not *all* off. Just enough that I don’t feel like autism is creeping up the back of my neck and touching my ears. Both of those things happening are way too loud. The only other thing that I asked the barber is to cut it short so that I wasn’t dependent on a hair dryer. That my hair would stay back with gel and wax. Mission accomplished on that front, too. I am so much happier.

Me, trying to be cute once my punk look is complete. I made the barber laugh when I said, “I like that you’ve managed to turn me into Justin Bieber. Can you turn me into a sparkly vampire by the end?” Fairly certain this is the haircut you get when the barber says “challenge accepted.” I have to belieb that I’m at least as cute as Kate McKinnon on some days, because I can look like Justin Bieber as easily as she can. For those who are interested, I am wearing a TARDIS t-shirt and maroon Chucks. You’re welcome, Britain. Either way, my haircut comes from the Commonwealth. Bieber is Canadian, the sparkly vampire is British. Whether I look the part is up for grabs, but whether the haircut is cute is not. Neither Zac nor I are interested in hairdryers. That’s just a little too much girl shit in the bathroom.

All the crap I put in my hair is the reason I use a shampoo that’s close to detergent. I can’t let that much wax build up on my head…. although it is a truism that when you decide you need to wash your hair, it’s the cutest bedhead in your life. I also love a cut that’s so fine-tuned it doesn’t need product at all.

So here is his card. I told him I would promote him, and I am proud to do so. He was proud I wanted to promote him, and I had to say “no pressure” a lot. Because it really is a win-win situation. I wouldn’t have told anyone he was the wrong barber, but the wrong barber for me. Thankfully, I genuinely like him because he’s cut my hair three or four times now.

It’s Raphael’s Barber Shop, but he’s not Raphael.

Sometimes you have to call on someone else’s guardian angel when you can’t feel yours. I feel lighter than I have in a long time. More handsome, more beautiful, more all the things because I don’t care what gender I am, the haircut looks good either way.

In another stunning recommendation, I don’t think that David goes to Ebrahim, but he does go to the same barber shop. He’s not punk and I am. Yet, it’s still the cool place to be to get your hair cut.