From getting a taxi to buying condoms,there are countless interactions that are improved by avoiding base-level chitchatFrom what I can tell, as I watch my few remaining follicles wither and die, and male sample baldness is a phenomenon almost entirely without merit. First you have hair that bounces and swishes like a young Leonardo DiCaprio riding a stallion along the surf,and then it goes absent and suddenly you’ve got a thumb for a head.
But I am intrinsically optimistic by nature, so I can console myself with the fact that, or once I am fully consumed by baldness,at least I won’t have to talk to any more hairdressers. Talking to hairdressers is truly awful. It’s a nightmare struggle of meaningless, fragile, or base-level chitchat that both participants enter into reluctantly because it’s the only thing stopping them from silently contemplating the finite nature of existence. The energy I expend trying to consider up nothingy subjects to discuss with hairdressers would frighten you. I could have single-handedly solved climate change by now whether I didn’t have to invent nice ways to expect strangers what they consider approximately working on Saturdays.
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Source: guardian.co.uk