Im sorry man. Really I am. One summer I got my hairline FXCKED up by my barber ( luckily I had time for it to grow back for 2 weeks before I went on vacation) for the last time. Your boy was LIVID. I was confused... defeated... helpless. How many times must this happen?
This wasn't some random barber or a fill in... this was my GO TO GUY.. My ace. I been going to him for YEARS and he never once did me wrong. But that one day I walked into the shop and I knew something was wrong. The atmosphere was off. He seemed... distracted. He wasn't talkin much and it was obvious his mind was somewhere else. I was in a rush so I didnt ask any questions. But it didnt matter...
It was the last straw.. I couldnt take it anymore. I went home that day and had an epiphany. Iunno, its like a channeled my inner
. It had struck me that my look, my swag, my appearance, my main source of confidence... the very thing that I see when I look in the mirror... my physical IDENTITY... is in the hands of another man, capable of human error. I just felt so helpless once I realized how much power I was giving over to this breh. And he is STILL capable of fxcking me up on accident with no consequences.... no insurance.
From that day forward I told myself that if my head was gonna be fxcked up, it would be on my own terms. If I looked wack I would have no one to blame but myself. I got a pair of clippers from my dad, and studied youtube videos for months until it was time. One night on a complete whim I just went in the bathroom with a hand mirror and I did it. I looked fresh as fxck. No one noticed that I cut it myself and when I told them, they didnt believe it.... The feeling is a amazing.
Its like you learned a new skill that will pay off for a lifetime. Freedom. Im now in COMPLETE control of my appearance. Never been inside a barber shop since.
Learn to cut your own hair. Do whatever it takes. You will not regret it.