i hate getting my hair cut. i hate sitting there as some stranger stands right behind me and awkwardly shares my personal space.
i had a hair appointment tonight (i think you could've picked that up from the first two sentences). i sat there in the chair, wondering what i could say to the lady, wondering where to start with her. i think my mom is really good at making conversation with random strangers, and i don't think she really passed this trait on to me.
whenever i try to talk to these people, i always end up feeling like an idiot and hate myself for the rest of the day....so i guess i'd rather feel awkward and hate myself for not saying anything at all.