A new haircut is supposed to leave you with a sense of well being and confidence. So why do I feel so unsure? First of all, it doesn't look much different (perhaps not different enough) and secondly I can't get it to look the same as it did when I walked out of the salon. Why is that always the case? I watched everything the hairdresser did and it wasn't difficult. She even showed me a few tricks.

There was a time in my youth when I thought it would be so much fun to be a hairdresser. I've always been obsessed with hair. I'll be watching tv and constantly saying, "Wow, she's got great hair!" Instead of following the story, I'm often analyzing the hair styles and trying to envision how they would look on me. Anyway, my dream of styling hair professionally was sufficiently shattered early on once I started paying attention at the salon and noticing that the other customers were all too frequently people with very limited potential. Specifically, there was always an overabundance of little old ladies with super short, thinning, colorless hair, who merely wanted trims, perms, or some sort of touch up. I have absolutely no problem with little old ladies but I can't imagine it would be fun to do their hair.

My second problem with hairdressing professionally, would be having to engage in so much physical contact with strangers. Some people can do it - manicurists, pedicurists, massuses, doctors, etc. But the idea of it just weirds me out a little bit.

So there it is - another rejected career choice. Oh well, maybe I'll eventually figure out what I want to do through the process of elimination.  ¶ 5:37 PM