Once upon a time I was a pony tail man. It wasn't a good pony tail. And being overweight naturally I got likened to the Comic Store guy.
Then I noticed a bald patch started appearing - looking like a vine covered cave entrance with my long stringy pony tail hair - so after a while of watching it expand over time I decided to get it all cut off for my brother's wedding.
So I went from arse long hair to a number 4 I think.
It was weird seeing all that hair I had lovingly grown for four or five years ribbon to the ground, but once it was off I have to admit it felt good. Gone were the days of your hair being damp for hours after a shower. And you could rub your head dry in seconds. It was a nice change.
I've been a clipper back person ever since. I let it grow until it gets annoying, then get a 4 or 3 to pare it back.
Yesterday I got a three. The lovely cutter wanted to do small talk but in truth I hate small talk so I just gave yes/no responses. Finally it was all done and it actually made me feel better.
Plus, for those people that scale watch, you lose weight! Not much but still it's something.
Anyway I bounded into the Hyperdome like a newly shorn sheep then happily drove home.
It's funny how a little thing like having a haircut can perk up your mood.