This time last year I went for my annual haircut to a barber in Collon (nearby village). Full of vaping culshie stoner/hipsters with tattoos getting their eyebrows threaded. I said to the lad "just a few inches off all round, don't really care so long as I can still tie it back", and he proceeded to cut big lumps off until I jumped up in a panic, paid him, and got the fuck out of there. Had to use my daughter's bobby pins for 3 months after to keep it outa my eyes/mouth
My hair's been long for 25 years, I'm always toying with the idea of getting it cut short, but I was so traumatised by the incident that I guess its length has somehow become part of my identity, and it'll have to stay long forever. Dunno how to feel about that. Kinda wish I didn't look like such an aging rocker, even though that's exactly what I am.