Bionic Teutonic

I went and got my haircut yesterday, and I’ve come to the realization that I am a bad salon conversationalist. I have never stuck with any one hairstylist (what are they called these days anyway?), so every time I get my haircut, it’s a total stranger and I never really know what to talk about. Other people seem to become instant best friends with their hairstylist and I kind of envy that, but for me, it’s about as awkward as I get socially. This stranger has to be close to my head for half an hour, so conversation seems reasonable but they are kind of in the middle of doing their job and everything I say ends up feeling forced. Yesterday my hairdresser apologized for being quiet at one point saying “sometimes I just get so into what I’m doing”, as if that were a bad thing. Which then made me feel weird like maybe I wasn’t being conversant enough. Sometimes I think I go so long in-between getting my hair cut because I’m avoiding having to think of things to talk about with my hairstylist.

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