  i am terrified by strangers with scissors who have the intentions of cutting hair for money,  and the industry that supports them.  it seems like people have a common fear of the dentist.  i love the dentist,  but FEAR the hairdresser as there is something quite frightening about the promise of a stranger with scissors.  combine:
 decisionitis ( my inability to make up my mind)  +  being ultralow maintenance ( there are 12 year old boys who spend more time on their hair than i do)  +
 growing up in the near south ( home to big hair)  +  a couple of horrendous hair cuts ( perhaps a couple of stories should be inserted here)  +
 a childhood fear of hair cutting hurting to create:  someone who has been known to skip out of hair appointments,  avoided hair cuts in general,  bought hair scissors and had horrific results,  and today.  i have been procrastinating for several months (
years?  to get a hair cut,  to the point that i butchered my own hair a couple months( link)  ago and then ignored the quick salon fix.  and i have been completely content on continuing to say "
i need a hair cut"  but to do nothing about it.  for i fear the moment i walk into a place-  with brainless lady's magazines strewn about,  and potential hair style books-  where someone with visions of topiary grandeur would attack my hair and turn it into the mushroom (
or some other horrible haircut i've yet to had)  and expect me to smile,  tip,  and spend a lot on styling products.  today was the day f.  had decided to get a hair cut,
 after my push for procrastination for several months.  i didn't * have*  to go ( during the ride out to the salon up till the point i reached the door i contemplated my escape from the scissors)  but i had previously agreed to a group haircut outing.
 i got a woman who had very cute hair ( although,  i was afraid to comment on it for fear that my hair would take- on an ugly mutation)  who spoke little english,  and had a desire to do more with my hair.
 ( a desire which sends chills up my spine.  one horrific haircut was when all of my hair was the same exact length if i tilted my head a certain way.  another was when someone decided i'd look good with bangs.  yet what she did is simple and safe.  and now i'm free from haircuts for another year!
 -  the whole ordeal reminded me that i love the hair washing bit.  is it possible for strangers with scissors to only wash my hair?  perhaps this would require my adoption of an old- lady- do',
 for a weekly wash'n style without the taint of scissors.
