hair apparent

i enjoy having haircuts. every trip to the hairdresser promises apprehension, excitement and surprise (or sometimes shock). there is always deliberation over what hair style to spot. but the risk-averse me and contentment with the present hair will keep me in my safety net. however, virtually every trip i make to the hairdresser is sparked off after certain bouts of emotional distress (though sometimes its really due to the weed multiplying on my scalp). a haircut is a therapeutic process which promises a perceived new beginnng. sitting on the cold metallic chair, apprhension will grip me (will i end up looking like dumb or dumber?) and excitement will course through my blood (a miracle may strike). most importantly, a whole new me will emerge.