I have been known to trim a hair or two in my day. I started by shaving the heads of all my sisters’ barbies and then I went to cutting my own hair. It wasn’t long before I had cut and dyed my friend’s hair. Soon after came the color of my hair and the color of my wife’s (then girlfriend) hair as well as her brother’s hair.
After a lot of practice and plain screwing up some hair I got quite good, but not till after some bad times. I remember shortly after my wife and I were married I cut her hair and colored it auburn. This went terribly wrong and it ended up a bright red. She wasn’t happy, as a matter of fact I think she cried. We soon dyed it jet black which I thought was hot! …But no one else really did, no problem though, we had it colored again by the end of that year.
I have always cut my own hair, which is always so stylish if I do say so myself. Sometime in the early 2000’s I started cutting my best friend’s hair, then it went to his friend, and then his brother, followed by one of the kids that used to work for me and then a mutual friend was getting his hair cut quite often by me. At one point I was cutting hair for about 7 people, this was including my oldest son.
I developed quite the knack for it and the thought crossed my mind about pursuing this as a career. Being a barber was up against personal trainer, obviously the better of the two won out. There is nothing manly about playing with hair all day! That really had nothing to do with it, I just didn’t want to cut hair.
After one weekend of the in-laws at our house, my mother-i-law pulls out a picture of a hair style and says can you do this? I frooooze, what if I say no? Will she still buy me killer Christmas gifts?!?
Aside from just being weird, I didn’t really want to do it so I said “I don’t think I can”. This worked for about a month then she came back to our house and said “how about that haircut?” I gave In and cut it but it was weird and for whatever reason it just creeped me out. So I cut it and she liked it, or so she said, I guess i wont really know till Christmas.
Shortly after, my father-in-law wanted his hair cut… well crap! Now he knows I can cut hair and he wants it done. It’s like cutting the hair of your high school principal. I guess now I know why I wouldn’t like to cut peoples hair that I don’t know that well. It’s just weird, like maybe seeing someone in their underwear or something.
I will still cut hair, but never for a living, it’s too much like real work. I am sure the pay is good, but running your fingers through someone else’s dead cells is just too weird for me.