My Haircut: So Sorry

 

My Haircut

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So Sorry

Here’s my haircut. So sorry I look so shaggy. It was self-inflicted. *

Well, maybe my haircut wasn’t quite that extreme, but…

Just don’t feel I can afford the time to go out and find a barber.

There are some within walking distance, but I was never comfortable there.

There are some within easy driving distance, but I was never comfortable there.

First off, you have to break off what you’re doing, get ready, and go there. That takes time. When you get there, it takes time to find a parking spot and go inside.

Then there’s the wait. Then there’s the time in the chair. Uncomfortable with a hair cutter trying to make conversation when all that soothing action just makes you want to go to sleep, sleep you’ve cheated yourself out of anyway because you had work to do.

Then it takes time to pay. Fifteen bucks for a two-buck trim. And, you have to drive back home. More time.

Meanwhile you’ve lost a couple of hours of productive work time.

And that is compounded by the fact that all the teeny bits of hair that fell down your back insists on making you itch, and the bits that stick to your face makes you continuously wipe your face. So there’s nothing for it but to have a shower.

By the time all that is done and you are clean and fresh again and in clean (unpolluted) clothes, you are no longer in the mood to work. (It’s 3 ½ hrs later. You’ve missed your deadline.)

And – honest! – there was no procrastination involved. No, really! Anyway…

Haircuts! A waste of time.

You may be wondering: Why has this guy left his theme today?

Actually, he hasn’t.

That time could have, should have, been spent with your lover, your loved one in a wheelchair suffering from Dementia/Alzheimer’s; or cancer, or MS or CS, or any of those unkind, nasty diseases. That time, which you will never replace, does make you regret time out for what amounts to ego. What does your Alzheimer’s partner care what you look like, as long as you’re there to look at?

“I’m sorry my love I have to abandon you now. I really must go to a professional groomer to make myself look good.”

-About as profitable a use of time as manicuring a lawn!

CREDIT: http://memeguy.com/photo/122301/so-the-warehouse-guy-cut-his-own-hair-this-weekend

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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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