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Sunday, September 23, 2012
I got a haircut this past Wednesday. It was sort of one of those certainties like death and taxes. Haircuts are a traumatic thing for me for some reason. I suppose because it's a radical change. Hair growth is barely noticeable. But since my last haircut was on Easter Monday, I was about due.
Another reason could be that some people feel the need to bring it up, and say it looks nice or some such thing. At my time of life, any change is bound to be an improvement. So far a couple guys at work, the Fusion pastor's wife, and my neighbor Jane are the only people who have said anything about it, and that suits me fine. If people gotta talk about me, there are worse things than my hair that they could bring up, so I guess that's OK.
It seems funny that someone like me, who writes a blog that has been read in 10 different countries, is still shy and self aware about something as mundane as hair, but that is one of the things that make me the neurotic head-case that the world has come to know and tolerate.
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