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I went to the hairdressers on Saturday. After weeks of being with just my husband and daughter and the endless assortment of faces on my laptop screen, it was somewhat strange and over-stimulating to be not just out of the house, but out of the house doing something "normal" surrounded by other humans again.
I spent the first 10-15 minutes excitedly talking "at" my stylist, who, judging by her patient but not entirely engaged responses, must be getting people like me in all day every day. In the "before times", I dreaded the inevitable "So, are you going out tonight?" line of questioning, and always had to feign interest in talking about celebrities and reality television. This time however I surprised even myself with my desperate need to talk about nothing and everything to someone, anyone.
Of course some things never change, and I still left the appointment with a cut I didn't particularly like, despite gushing "Oh I love it!" as she showed me the back of my head.
I spent the first 10-15 minutes excitedly talking "at" my stylist, who, judging by her patient but not entirely engaged responses, must be getting people like me in all day every day. In the "before times", I dreaded the inevitable "So, are you going out tonight?" line of questioning, and always had to feign interest in talking about celebrities and reality television. This time however I surprised even myself with my desperate need to talk about nothing and everything to someone, anyone.
Of course some things never change, and I still left the appointment with a cut I didn't particularly like, despite gushing "Oh I love it!" as she showed me the back of my head.