Did anyone read the bible when they were younger? Maybe in religious studies? I'm not sure about your primary school's but it was mandatory to attend this class. Anyway, one such story was about a man named "Samson", he was a man with un-natural strength, he broke thru chain's with his strength alone, anyway, he told the woman he loved that his strength was in his hair , so when he slept his cut it off and the roman soldiers quickly ambushed him, without his hair he didn't have the strength to fight them.
Now I've probably gotten the whole story wrong but keep in mind its been about 8 years since I remember hearing the story.
I felt like Samson as I walked into the hairdresser today, my red tips soon to lay wasted on the polished tile floors. Though I wasn't losing my physical strength by letting them cut my hair, I felt as though I was losing part of my individuality, as though I was being made into something I'm not, maybe thats how Samson felt? He lost what made him unique, maybe not unique in the grand scheme of things, I'm sure there where men like him, but unique to the people that knew him, thats the way I feel.
I sort of imagine as I sat in the black leather chair, that I was a gingerbread man on a conveyor belt, like all the other gingerbread men before men I have the cookie cutter pressed onto me to make sure that there were no signs of individuality, that I was uniform like the rest of the gingerbread men. Seems like a pretty strange analogy but thats how I felt as I tried to relax and let the hairdresser do her work. Leaving the chair with a fake smile secretly dishearted by the whole experience. Like Samson without his hair and a gingerbread man without his flaw's, I walked out into the parking lot which seemed alot larger than when I had left it.