How many of you guys can relate with this (bad hair cuts)
Sorry everyone, my last post was removed for not having context. So here’s my story 😃
When I was a kid, getting a haircut was basically a gamble I always lost. My mom had this thing about “just trimming it at home,” which really meant sticking a cereal bowl on my head and cutting around it like I was some medieval peasant. Every few months, I’d walk into school looking like a mushroom, and my friends—who had actual barbers—would immediately roast me.
One time, right before picture day, my mom decided to “clean me up a little.” She was feeling extra creative, so instead of the usual perfect-circle disaster, she tried to taper the sides. The result? A bowl cut that somehow had layers. I looked like a cross between a monk and an art project gone wrong. The photographer didn’t even try to hide his laughter when he said, “Okay, now tilt your head just a bit.” As if a different angle would make it better.
Eventually, I got old enough to demand a real barber. The first time I sat in a proper chair, the guy took one look at me and said, “Who’s been doing this to you?” Like I was a rescue case. It was only then that I realized: haircuts weren’t supposed to be traumatic.
What’s your favorite traumatic moment?
Sorry everyone, my last post was removed for not having context. So here’s my story 😃
When I was a kid, getting a haircut was basically a gamble I always lost. My mom had this thing about “just trimming it at home,” which really meant sticking a cereal bowl on my head and cutting around it like I was some medieval peasant. Every few months, I’d walk into school looking like a mushroom, and my friends—who had actual barbers—would immediately roast me.
One time, right before picture day, my mom decided to “clean me up a little.” She was feeling extra creative, so instead of the usual perfect-circle disaster, she tried to taper the sides. The result? A bowl cut that somehow had layers. I looked like a cross between a monk and an art project gone wrong. The photographer didn’t even try to hide his laughter when he said, “Okay, now tilt your head just a bit.” As if a different angle would make it better.
Eventually, I got old enough to demand a real barber. The first time I sat in a proper chair, the guy took one look at me and said, “Who’s been doing this to you?” Like I was a rescue case. It was only then that I realized: haircuts weren’t supposed to be traumatic.
What’s your favorite traumatic moment?