analyser23 wrote:
Actually, I am a girl (feels kinda odd to be assumed to be a guy).
Have you found this with all different hairdressers, or just the one?
Sorry about jumping to conclusions. I wasn't sure, that's why I did ask the "right?" part.
Most hairdressers have been like that. I will try to look at the floor or at my lap, and they'll be like, "I need your head over here so I can trim this hair..." and then they dive into the questioning. My answers are usually short and not too giving, but I've actually learned from a friend of mine that they are trained to converse, and they think they won't get tipped if they don't. I've noticed with most women that it's the norm to interrupt one another during things like homework or reading. I remember once I tried closing my eyes during a haircut to just relax and daydream, and the woman said really loud, "Oh, are you enjoying it?" Kinda made me feel like a perv.
chris5000 wrote:
I just realized I never look in the mirror when getting my haircut. I also have no idea how to describe how I want my haircut, ive been going to the same person all my life. I get pretty much the same haircut every time. one time I went to a barber who was closer I got a horrible haircut.
When I was a young kid, I had my mom put my hair in braids all the time. Then, I realized that doing that was sorta making me a target to the other kids. Ever since, I try to try a little. Whether it's getting a few feathery layers or something... I've noticed also that it's pretty much impossible for any stylist to do the same haircut twice on my hair, probably because I have so much of it. So even though I have a style that I ask for every time, they tend to screw it up. And due to their training, stylists around here at least tend to follow your life story if you keep going back to them, so the questions only get more and more draining. Which is why I don't have a regular stylist anymore.
I think another part of it is that I never knew I was legitimately different. I knew I was weird. And I never wanted people to think I was a creep, even though they often did despite my efforts. And I still really wish to be normal...because I want to be able to find a job and live the life I've always dreamed about... so I tend to care too much, I guess.