Get a Haircut and Get a Real Job.

I cut my own hair.

Those that know me in the real world would take that statement as an opportunity to chime in with an enormously humorous and completely underused, “Heh, I can tell.”
Comedic geniuses.

I do this not for money saving purposes or to make a poorly articulated statement about individualism.

No. I do it because historically I have never been able to find a hairdresser that cut my hair how I wanted it cut.  They always cut it how THEY wanted to cut it, or how THEY think would look best. Without fail.
And I’d leave the hair salon with completely unrequested Emily The Strange style bangs or, even worse, a mullet, feeling equal parts angry/sad/confused.

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