We’ve all been there. Hair is lacklustre, limply hanging from your head, a constant reminder of the rut you’ve been stuck in. The style once perfect has now grown ratty, no amount of styling or primping could restore it to its once former glory of a month ago.
Confidence in tatters and your very self questioned, you make your way to the salon. Hopes of follicular glory dance sparklingly behind your eyes, you sit before the mirror, taking a last look at the person you once were, this will be the style that changes who you are. The stylist starts, tentative at first, as the locks fall to the floor you say a short prayer to the gods of allure. More and more come away, your head feels light, airy.
Then you notice. More is coming off one side. Then you feel what must have been a mistake at the back, the stylist who once held all your trust in her hands seems tired, angry, distant. Visions of your perfect hair fall away like so many unfulfilled dreams.
“Thanks its perfect…..yeah just right” you offer with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.
At home you wallow, resigned to a few days of hats. Maybe next time.
This is clearly a regular occurrence in Japan as the language has Ageotori, a word to describe the state of looking worse after a haircut.