Monday, June 22, 2009

Hello - let me hand over my brain. Thank you very much.

Let me start out with a few occurrences:

I walk into my office this morning and several coworkers say, "Cute hair - I thought you said you hate it short and were just getting a bang trim?"
Kara: "Oh, yea...."

At my sister's house last night:
Kara: Okay everyone we are going to do this, this and that.
Lady at the dinner: Well, that girl can make a decision.

Which leads me to the topic of this blog post. Hair cutting induced brain mush.

I walk in the salon. Step. Step. Step. I prance up to the counter. I check in.
"Uh yes, my name is Kara - just checking in"
And with that, in checking in, I hand over my brain. I lose all sense of decision making power, all sense of fiscal responsibility, all sense of time and place. Brain has been handed over.

I sit and wait. The woman who cuts my hair eventually comes over and greets me. Any cells that were left in my brain are now immediately vacuum sucked out.
"Well Kara, what do you think you'd like to do this time?"
Kara: "Uh, uh...uh"
"Excuse me?"
Kara: "Not sure, whatever you want"
(keep in mind, never, at any other time in my life do I say whatever you want.)
This time, though I was sure I did not want my hair any shorter, chop, chop away. Now, this is not to say I don't like it. In fact, I love it. Nor is it to say that I have been influenced, much the opposite. I simply wonder why it is that I walk into salons and my brain is immediately removed from my body.

Proceed 45 minutes. Hair has been cut. Yes, yes, love it, great, thank you. On to the hair supply area. Yes, I need $30 hair spray and $40 shampoo. You are my leader, show me the way. Seriously, brain mush. If someone told me I should buy gold flecks because it would look great in my hair, I would hand over the money and buy them. I swear.

And so I leave. Walk outside. Look around. Get a bit of a lightheaded feeling and wonder why. Oh, I know, this is the feeling of my brain re-entering my body upon departure from the hair salon.

Am I the only one? Is it just me or does this happen to others too?


Amie said...

I'm right there with ya. Red, purple, black hair? Sure, why not I say. I'm a sucker. But changing your hair on a whim makes things interesting. :)

Unknown said...

When it comes to the hair itself, I am usually fairly sure of what I want... But when they want to show me all their fancy products? Forget it! A $35 haircut always ends up costing so much more.... Haha :)