Haircuts

Haircuts, aka the closest thing to the earthy manifestation of a demon, will forever live in the deepest recesses of my soul.
As you can tell, haircuts are one of the things I dislike in this world. I think it’s due to my curly hair, and with that curly hair comes VERY long sessions of sitting in a chair with scissors inches from your eyes.
The worst part, a thing that can be likened to nails on a chalkboard, is when water or hair gets down my shirt. Ughhhh. I don’t think that black cape thing that is supposed to serve the purpose of keeping hair off of you does anything. The problem is, my hair looks kinda girlish long, and trust me, when I was in my glory days a long time ago with the fro, I might as well just have worn a dress in public based on how often I was mistaken for a girl.
The struggle of curly hair.


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