I was listening to Kevin Smith’s latest SModcast on the way to work this morning, and one of the tangents the guys went off on was concerning your facial expression when you’re getting a massage. Do you smile, look like you’re enjoying it, or maintain a stoic distance from it all?
I remembered it at lunchtime when I went for a haircut, given by a fairly pretty lady in a salon just near my office. As I was cocooned in the gown and being trimmed, I found myself staring at my reflection, realising just how serious I looked. And then it hit me that I always look like this when I’m getting my hair cut, unless I’m back home at my mate’s barbershop and we’re shooting the shit.
The thing is, I actually quite like getting my hair cut. It’s very relaxing, and it’s one of those rare moments when I don’t have to think about anything else whatsoever. Unfortunately, it seems that my drifting off face is remarkably similar to my stern, don’t fuck with me face.
So, to all of the people that have ever cut my hair over the years, and thought that I was pissed off at them, I apologise.
