21.11.05
Haircut
So I did go for a haircut this afternoon. You might ask why do I waste my precious time in Lisbon going to the hairdresser. Well, first of all, it was raining. My friends are all at work. In Lisbon it's cheaper.
But also, this guy that cuts my hair is a bit of a genius, and I trust him.
I got there and as usual, he asked me how I wanted it. Of course I never really know what to say - I have a hard time when it comes to picture how my hair should look like, and even worse time trying to explain it in words.
So my answer was "not too short". And then I asked him to work his magic an do whatever he he thinks makes my face look better.~
I love to watch him work, he's related to Edward Scissor Hands for sure. He's fast and crazy, cutting here, chopping there like he's doing some weird sculpture. My hair is all over, and the bits being cut off just fly around like projectiles, it's hard to believe it's going to look anything normal in the end.
But it does, it looks very cool indeed. But I feel slightly offended... the hair is all in my face. His idea of what makes my face look better is to cover it. Well, maybe he's right.
