#oneaday, Day 198: Bzzzzz

I shaved all my hair off yesterday. Well, most of it. I took it all down to grade 2. Then I shaved most of the rest of it off today, chopping it right back to a 1. Now I’m pretty much ready to be a space marine.

The reason I did this, and the reason I bought some clippers a while back, is that my hair and I don’t get along. It grows incredibly quickly, has a “sweet spot” which lasts roughly two weeks when hair gel is super-effective and allows me to shape it into something vaguely resembling an actual haircut, and then it gets ridiculously long and/or thick. At this point, I have a difficult decision to make. Do I continue to allow it to grow in the hope that some sort of inspiration will strike me and I’ll be able to pull off long hair? Do I shave it all off? Or do I go to the barbers?

All of these have their flaws. Option 1 never happens, largely because I can’t be bothered to spend hours pratting about with my hair in the morning. Aforementioned “sweet spot” comes when I can run a bit of gel through it, ruffle it up and have a reasonably convincing “spiky” style. Faffing around putting things in the right place though? Blow-drying? Balls to all that.

Option 2 is the easiest option, and now I have my own clippers I can do it. However, I find myself worrying that if I shave all my hair off I’ll look like either an idiot or a cancer patient. And I’ve never quite had the guts to shave it right off, though this time, at a number 1 on my clippers, is the shortest I’ve ever done it.

Option 3 fills me with dread. I don’t know how to talk to barbers, or hairdressers, or whatever they are. I don’t even really know what the difference between barbers and hairdressers is. The repertoire of haircuts I feel comfortable asking for is limited to two (“grade [x] all over” or “grade [x] sides and back, trimmed on top”) and I find myself suffering considerable anxiety when I contemplate asking the barberdresser for advice on what haircuts might suit me. Also, I often baulk at the idea of asking someone who charges £6 to shave my head for advice on what might look good when there are people out there who would happily charge fifty times that to tell me that I really should consider rocking a bedhead emo medium-length swept back twat cut with highlights.

So out come the clippers. Simple. Super-effective. No-nonsense. And the upside of it all is there is a period of several months where I don’t have to do anything at all to my barnet in the mornings save give it a bit of a scrub if necessary. No need for expensive haircare products. No need to spend any time looking in the mirror wondering if I ruffled it up too much and I just look like I haven’t brushed it. It’s just my head with a light Fuzzy Felt coating.

Someone answer a question for me, at least: is it socially acceptable to ask the person who is about to cut your hair what they think you should do with it?

I'm Commander Shepard, and this is my favourite haircut on the Citadel.

One A Day, Day 23: Freak or…

I looked at myself in the mirror today and something occurred to me.

I don’t know anyone else who looks like me.

This may not sound like a blinding revelation, but in a world that seems to be increasingly filled with clones of people who either want to be in Jersey Shore, Hollyoaks or one of Katie “Jordan” Price‘s myriad pointless television appearances, it’s actually quite a nice realisation.

I mean, okay, I’m nothing special to look at. I haven’t cut my hair in ages and I regularly forget to shave when I’m stressed, so I currently look like a cross between, in my wife’s word’s “Cagney… or Lacey… I forget” and Brian Blessed. I mean, sure, I probably wouldn’t look out of place in a gutter right now, grunting and babbling in trampspeak with a bottle of MD 20/20 in one hand and a three-litre bottle of White Lightning in the other, but at least I’m unique. I remain unique even when I do bother to cut my hair and shave.

Part of this is, of course, due to the fact that I don’t know what to say to barbers. I have learned how to ask for two haircuts in my time on this Earth – well, three, actually, if you count “take it all off”, which I’ve never had the guts to do but am morbidly curious about trying sometime. I can ask for a “grade three all over” or a “grade three sides and back, short on top”. The grade three on top is low-maintenance. It just grows (at an alarming rate) – but I don’t have to do anything with it for several months. The other one requires hair gel, which most mornings I just can’t be bothered with.

That’s it, though. I could probably have cool hair if I tried. With the lion’s mane currently plonked atop my head, I could probably get it styled into something entertaining and poncey footballerish (at great expense, no doubt). But then I’d have to take care of it, and brush it, and get up early to make sure it still looked all right… No. I can’t be bothered with that shit. I’ll keep with my Cagney/Lacey/Blessed look for the moment and – here’s a deal for you – I will get a haircut and trim my beard to a respectable level when one of the following things happens:

1) I get a job interview for a job I actually want. (I have two applications for jobs I actually want submitted right now.)

2) My current shitty teaching job finishes.

Deal? Deal. Good night.