feneon

I only get a professional haircut once or twice a year. The rest of the time I just use clippers to buzz it myself. I needed to get out of the house today, so I figured getting a haircut would be a good excuse. I just moved to the E Burnside/28th neighborhood, so I live by a couple of different barber shops. Do or Dye was closed, so I headed down to Bishops. I think my last four or five cuts have been at a Bishops. It's the same every time. I always wait until my hair is getting kind of shaggy, telling myself, "This time I'm going to get that rockstar haircut I've always secretly wanted." Then I head to the barber and with a meek, quiet voice, tell them, "Just a trim, please."

So why don't I just take the plunge? I'm sure the fine stylists at Bishops would do a good job and there's no doubt that my friends would compliment my haircut no matter what I got. Maybe it's because I don't really want to be a rockstar. The expectancy effect always gets me into trouble when I dress up. As soon as I look the part, I am the part. But I'm not, so perhaps it's for the best that I don't have a rockstar haircut. I have a boring haircut. Which matches my boring jacket and my boring shirts and pants. My shoes aren't boring though. I always have nice shoes.