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Death Breath and Conversation With a Stylist
An introverted extroversion
Who hates idle chatter? Me too. Anyone else despise small talk? Polite conversation with people you’re paying to do stuff? Yeah. It sucks.
I don’t really wanna have a conversation with these people, but I feel like I owe them some entertainment for touching me. I’m one of those people that make a mental list of conversational topics to fumble as soon as I’m with them. This conversation will take real effort. I have to turn the switch on and make an effort. It’s exhausting, right?
This is because I don’t wanna have boring conversation. I don’t wanna talk about the weather and the same bullshit everyone else talks about. I can’t be the only person that feels the need to add a splash of color to their otherwise pedestrian day of servitude. Not unlike the dental hygienist, or the Uber driver — if you have to be in close proximity to me, shouldn’t I at least try to be interesting?
Or am I just becoming my dad?
Getting a haircut is one of these places. These days I’ve been seduced by a corporate chain haircutting place. One of those ones specifically for men. It feels sexist even walking into these places. Male stereotypes adorn the walls. Big-ass TVs show sports highlights and talking heads yell over them. Yuck. Loud…
