They say that a new year should bring new changes, after all, as the saying goes - everything starts from scratch.
I actually have a strange fear of going to hair salons, because every hair salon that has given me a great haircut has quickly closed down...
Finally, this curse was broken at a salon that gave me a mushroom cut (Mumu: It's actually a watermelon head). Originally, I just told Tony that I wanted it cut to the length of my neck, but I don't know if my neck wasn't long enough or if Tony's eyesight wasn't good enough, because he spent nearly an hour cutting my hair and instead of cutting it to the neck like I requested, he cut it above my ears. When I expressed my dissatisfaction with it being "too short," Tony even said it wasn't short and that he could fix it...
Well, as soon as I was out of his range with the scissors, I filed a complaint against him!
Speaking of haircuts, it brings me a sense of sadness. Who hasn't been a "golden-haired lion king" at some point?
Ever since I started college, my hair has been falling out in handfuls. In order to hide my receding hairline, I taught myself the skill of cutting my own bangs (bangs grow so fast, yet haircuts are so expensive, the prices are completely unreasonable!). "Air bangs," "eight-character bangs," "straight bangs" are all just basic styles, but faking a hairline is my specialty.
A few days ago, after washing my hair, I saw my full and shiny forehead and thought, maybe this is the destiny of every adult - hair loss, aging, and greasiness.
In order to retain my hair (and youth) that heartlessly left me, I held my perfectly parted bangs in one hand and scissors in the other, ready to start cutting.
At that moment, a thought emerged from deep within me - should I cut it into bangs or leave it as baby hair along the hairline?
The next day, I was subjected to everyone's merciless laughter. To this day, I still don't know why my bangs turned out so uneven and wild.