There are moments in life, where one asks oneself the following questions:
What am I doing here?
Why did I have to come here?
Is this really good for me?
Does anyone care if I don’t come here?
For me, I always ask myself these questions when I visit our local – barber.
I just don’t know why, but it makes me feel very uncomfortable. I have to rally my thoughts, and really push myself, to even step into that place. I can, at best, explain any barber’s place a no go zone for me; it has been so since my childhood. I really don’t like to just, sit there and, entrust that person with my personal space – my hair. Even turn my head, once in a while, on his behest. Finally pay him for making me feel so uneasy and awkward. I just don’t like it at all.
After going over this post, while proof reading, I feel like I am a horrible person. Even though that barber might be a good person, and I don’t have anything against him or the profession personally, yet from the moment I enter ‘that place’ he appears to me as if an – Overlord.
Enough from me now, share if you like:
What places/events in your life have come, or do come every now and then, where you hope you can avoid them?
I’m all ears,