Blind Barber

I don't think there is ever a time I feel more blind then when I get a haircut. I often times walk around my house without my glasses, and everything seems in order and easy to understand. Yet, the second I get into that chair at the barber and take off my glasses, I get a status update as to how bad my vision is deteriorating.

It seems to me like the color skeems are either off, or the whole mirror-in-front-of-me thing makes the whole world around me that much more difficult to see and understand. Of course, this happens to be the time I'm asked a few dozen times if my hair is cut the way I want it. I usually end up simply looking as if I'm paying attention and say "Perfect!". So far, I've not walked out with a messed up haircut, lucky me!

Another thing is the amount of talking that gets done while my hair is being cut. I don't understand how women tend to talk with their hair dressers. I have a damn buzzer next to my ear while I'm being asked questions, I can't follow a normal conversation with that. So I'm now blind, and deaf!