Would that we had always been friends and didn't have to go through the awkward "get to know you" phase requisite in all relationships. So ran the sentiments of a friend of mine. They resonated in my mind, as previously unarticulated truths are wont to do.
These sentiments brought clarity in an unusual arena. I have avoidance issues with going to the hair salon. I only go when my roots scream, "Everyone is looking at us!" I hate making small talk, and I have nothing in common with hair stylists except that we both live in the same town and we both hope my dye job turns out. But now I think it's more than that.
A few weeks ago, I arrived for what I knew would be a torturously long dye session. After 3 hours comparing (or rather, contrasting) post-high school lives with my hair stylist, her giving me a chronology of her tattoeings and me confessing awkwardly that I'm a math teacher, we were ready to consummate our "get to know you" conversation by becoming friends. Instead, I left. I left with red hair and a renewed appreciation for my college degree, but with no new friends.
Maybe my aversion for the hair salon boils down to my disappointment with these pseudo-relationships I develop with each new hair stylist? Many people always go to the same stylist, thereby involving themselves in a long-term relationship. I think my problem might be my one-night stand habit with hair stylists.
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