I know I look a whole lot better with a haircut that’s just four to six weeks old. But from early October until December 31st, I did not get a cut and really didn’t look my best at work or during the holidays. I consciously trimmed down my obligations for December, because with the mountain of house cleaning, shopping, decorating, cooking, crowds, entertaining, and just general stress I knew I’d have, I didn’t want to add one unnecessary item that would make the holidays even tougher on my introvert nature.
Actually, although December was an extraordinary example of overload for the introvert, I tend to put off haircuts an extra week or two all through the year just because I don’t want to be bothered with it all. If it were possible to order a little box from Amazon and have my hair suddenly be the way I want it, I’d probably be doing it every three weeks!
When I go into a hair salon, I’m immediately assaulted with sharp smells and noise, although that’s not the main problem. But then there’s the personal crowding and talking in the waiting area that affects me almost physically. The other people waiting are talking loudly on their cell phones or even to each other, sitting just inches away from me on each side. No one can just sit quietly and read something while they wait. I find I am reading the same page over and over again because I can’t even think well enough to read a fiction book. Then of course the hairdresser may come out and acknowledge me, explaining happily that he is running behind and would I like a drink? No thanks.. (I just want my hair cut).. Then finally it’s my turn and the ceremony begins. First the shampoo which goes on and on and on, for maximum tippage, then I am turned over to the hairdresser. I participate in the small talk until he gets started talking so much to me and the stylists around him that I can’t get a word in edgewise, “Um..the left side is..” Sometimes he gets so carried away with what he’s talking and laughing about that he stops entirely, scissors in the air, so that he can be free to gesture while he talks. My stomach may be in knots, silently screaming, “You can cut and talk at the same time can’t you?” Still, I’m so happy to see the results when it’s finished that I vow I’ll come back once a month. It’s worth it isn’t it?
Lately I’ve started to realize that this same issue is the reason I haven’t had people in to do updates and improvements in my 55 year old house. In fact, when there’s a repair that must be done, I feel the stress as if doom is hanging over me – until it is finished. I always wonder wildly if I could manage to fix it myself, but I know I couldn’t. Analyzing my unhappy feelings, I’ve found that the main issue is not the money. The main issue is having to call each person to do work and arrange to leave the office to meet them at my house. If they show up. Listen to them, communicate with them, get the repair done, and hope it’s good. After they leave, the last thing I’d ever think about is how I’ll call someone else to rip out something that’s working perfectly well.
A couple of weeks ago I found out that the pipe that drains my kitchen and the laundry room in the basement had deteriorated and needed to be replaced. It was in the basement, of course, under the concrete slab. Through several different visits, plumbers jack hammered a path across my laundry room for a new pipe, cut a hole in the wall, joined the new pipe to an existing one in the basement bathroom, then poured fresh concrete in the trench they’d made in the floor. It wasn’t until today, when everything was finished, that I felt like myself again.
Does my feeling normal and good depend so entirely on having “no loose ends” or at least no big disruptions in my home? Could be. I really love normal life! Stay tuned, because now I have to find someone to fix this wall! Or maybe I could just drag a heavy dresser in front of it…?