The haircut

This post is all about my haircut and my commitment issues towards my hair. So if that don’t interest you… move on to the next. Im also trying a new writing style using my phones mic…

I got a haircut a few days ago and I’ve been going pretty consistently to this hairstylist. He’s located in North Park. I won’t say the name of the business or his name obviously for privacy reasons but also because it’s already a very popular place. Anyways, pretty much all summer long. I had a pretty long mullet, wasn’t the prettiest looking, but it also wasn’t the worst looking when I got back to San Diego, I cut it shorter, and eventually just ended up cutting the whole thing off returning to a very normal and tamed haircut will recently have decided to spice up my hair again you know why not I have a healthy head of hair and it grows back. Well, immediately after he was done cutting it he called it a non-committable bowl cut which I thought was hilarious. At first I didn’t really see it but after I showered, shampooed my hair, and got all soft and smooth and silky. I totally see it now, I have a bowl. Its non-committing to the whole bowl cut it’s like halfway there but still its a bowl, cmon now. I thought to myself, maybe I should just go all the way bite the bullet and get the full experience of a bowl cut. Eventually I came to my senses. That would be crazy or would it I used to rock a bowl cut when i was  younger,  i’m talking about like 8 to 12 years old rocking a hard-core bowl cut. I cant do that to myself come on now. How can I be a 26 year old walking around with a bowl cut? Probably very likely. But actually, now I’m a 26-year-old with a non-committable bowl cut so I guess it’s even worse. Too afraid to commit to a simple haircut, that wouldn’t be the first time I’m afraid to commit to something, if you know what I mean…