I have a thick head of hair that grows super fast, so I’m often at the barber’s. 🚀 As a kid, I wasn’t into short cuts, so my hair used to be quite long, unlike now. My parents were so eager to see me with short hair that they waited for me to join the military. But then, something happened that made the wait unnecessary—I visited my friend’s favorite hair salon. 💇♂️
My friend said the stylist there was incredibly beautiful, and that was reason enough to tag along. As we entered the salon, she flashed us a bright smile. This gorgeous stylist first seated my friend and started cutting his hair. He sat there calmly, like a monk in meditation, while she moved around him with scissors, like magic. ✂️ Soon, his hair was humbly trimmed, and she lifted him up, motioned to me with a nod, and called me over. 😌
“Come, have a seat.”
She spoke casually.
“Yes,”
But I replied politely.
“So, what style do you fancy?”
I was pondering what to say since I didn’t have a particular style in mind,
“I’ll make it look fabulous!”
She declared confidently, as if she wasn’t even expecting an answer. 🌟
“Yes,”
Was my reply, but deep down, I was shouting,
‘Let’s first define what “fabulous” means, shall we? What exactly is it supposed to complement? My friend who came along? My outfit? Or maybe, it’s meant to match this chair that I won’t sit on again until my next haircut? If so, I’ll pass. Listen carefully! Or rather, listen closely! Keep the length somewhat as it is, just tidy up the messy parts! Make sure the bangs fall past the eyebrows to the edge of both eyes—because you know, it hurts if they poke my eyes—and absolutely no visible parting! Lastly, make it look like I didn’t just get a haircut when people see me! If you understand, blink twice!’
But regardless of my inner monologue, she snipped away like she did with my friend, leaving hair fluttering around like cherry blossoms in a spring breeze. 🌸 I was anxious. The length I loved had already passed. I closed my eyes. 😬
When she finished, I looked in the mirror and was shocked to see a student preparing for a revolution, sitting there with a steely resolve. The sight I hoped wasn’t real was confirmed by her next words.
“Oh my, you look like a kid from Goojung Middle School. Haha!”
She was no longer pretty to me, and I still remember the name of that middle school that wasn’t even mine. Then, my friend, who had been sitting humbly beside me, started laughing with her. That, I just couldn’t tolerate. 😤
She’s like a monk herself…
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