I Have a Terror of Hairdressers
I don't particularly want to have long hair, but I have an abiding fear of going to the hairdresser--well, of going anywhere, but also especially of going to the hairdresser. I hate making small talk. At the moment, my straight, fine hair is down to my waist. It gets rats nests (snarls) in it, my chihuahua tries to nest in it, and I am sorely tempted some days to just chop it off with a pair of scissors.