A Bad Haircut and Its Remedy

Today I went for a haircut.

And I learnt several lessons.

Firstly, never EVER leave your hair stylist to decide your haircut. Its safer to opt for a trim, you adventurous people.

For he might just be harbouring fantasies of punk rock star haircuts, or worse, mullet cuts with bangs and super layered sides. That's what I ended up with. Hair that makes me look like a 1950s rock star.

Secondly, never EVER go for a haircut with your mother, whose idea of an ideal hairstyle is very far from that of a modern female.

She kept encouraging the hair stylist to do things he should NEVER do. Such as layer and layer until the hair at the top of your head is a few cm in length. And it stands up by itself. Even after being coated in goo for the hair. This means she leaves the salon with better hair than you do.

Thirdly, if you are short sighted, please bring along your spectacles. The chair is often some distance from the mirror, and if your sight limits to a range of one metre, your hair is basically a blur. This means you can't pick out things such as hair so short it stands up by itself, cos not all your hair is standing up.

Last but not least, wear proper clothes. When you are dressed up nicely, people take you more seriously than in a running tee and shorts.

But its okay, don't go home and let those tears roll down for your lost hair. If you don't already have a hat, hair clay, and hair spray, go buy two out of the three.

A hat hides everything, but you can't wear a hat everyday. Or at least, the same hat. Therefore, a cheaper alternative is buying hair clay, sweeping those hideous rounded bangs to the side, and flattening mullet sides, and then spraying to make your style stick.

Needless to say, I am no longer an adventurous person when it comes to hair. And I think from now on, I'm either sticking to a boring short cut, or any long style.