It’s always kind of surprising to me what makes me want to write things. I can always tell when I’m getting into a “happy place” to write. Stephen King described it perfectly for me in his book “Misery”. For me, it’s a lot like there’s a black hole in whatever’s in front of me. There’s little sweat shop guys working in the background that come up with the majority of things, and when something good comes along I start playing solo catch consciously. That’s when the fun begins. Looking at the screen or paper periphery things just fall away. I’m aware of things, but they don’t get any attention. There’s just that idea and what makes it interesting.
So what got me writing (in my year old, single post blog)? A haircut. If I ever say I miss anything else more than that while I’m out here, I’m lying or dead and someone’s impersonating me.
If you’ve known me in the last five or six years, you know how much I complain if I don’t get a passable cut. You also know how much I’ll talk about it when I find a good salon. When I lived in D.C. I had two salons I liked. In State College, I found one stylist that got repeat business (I followed her to two salons).
What I love the most is being able to walk in and say “Make it look good please” and getting exactly that. I’d get just the right amount of texturizing, thinning (because my hair is like wearing a hat), and a fix for the insanity that’s called a cowlick.
Out here in South Korea? I’ve had five people cut my hair, and nothing’s really been passable. My normal haircut here looks like a high-and-tight with a bit more hair. Kind of smokestack straight sides with the hair on top clippered straight up so there’s no overhang. I started to compensate by asking them to leave more hair on. Then I went to Europe for two weeks and got my hair cut. I walk in with overgrowth and extra hair to spare and walk out with a top three haircut. That was four weeks ago.
So I go in expecting something close to passable. I’ve also been growing a beard for 3 weeks and made sure to have it the length I wanted the sides. I give her the trim it up and thin it out that had worked for so long out here.
First thing she does? Cut a hole in the sideburns where she thinks it should be and asks me if I’m ok with the break in my beard/sideburns. I smile and nod while trying not to grab the clippers out of her hand to finish the job on the beard. Most of the rest is a blur, but I remember her not thinning out the rain forest thick hair at all.
I pull out of it towards the end when she asks if it’s ok. She really hadn’t taken any off the top and it was falling over under its own weight, so I ask her to thin it out a tad more and trim just the ends a bit, finger pointing out less than a 1/8 of an inch. Shock and awe. She thins the VERY ends of the hair, and then proceeds to cut off the part she just thinned.
At this point I’m in shock that she thinks this even looks good. Then she picks up the clippers again and starts to work TOWARDS THE TOP OF MY HEAD from the side. It’s like a faux-hawk. I hate faux-hawks. And to top it off, I check out the cowlick when I get home and it is sitting at the same odd angle it was before the cut, bending towards the front of my face along my scalp at about the same length.
I’m beginning to think I should just clipper the whole thing.