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I CAN BE A MODEL, I CAN ORDER AND SUPERV by Gottlieb
Sorry, but English is not my native language. The English text of this true story is the result of the work of a translator.
I CAN BE A MODEL, I CAN ORDER AND SUPERVISE!
Apart from a few attempts at longer hair that quickly ended in a justified fiasco, I have mostly tended towards short or very short hair. At an early age I discovered my fascination with cutting my hair very short, ideally with an electric clipper, the buzzing sound of which heralded an exciting adventure. The older I got, the more I realised that the era of hairstyles with longer hair growing luxuriantly over the ears and back over the collar was, to my delight, slowly coming to an end. Not quite - long hair has not yet disappeared from young men, but fortunately there were not so many of them anymore. Short, very short hair had become fashionable. I certainly would not even think of thinking about longer or even long hair today. Very short hair is easier to maintain and I feel good in it - and that is very important to me. With my very short hair, I am setting an example for younger people, and not only them.
In my environment, I sometimes meet young men who either have longer hair or their originally short hairstyles have outgrown them and do not look good. Some younger men do not care at all about their appearance and hair - this is usually due to a lack of authority from their fathers. If fathers, with their strict and authoritative demands for regular care, do not teach young men to get their hair cut short on time, then improvement can only come about thanks to the care of other family members or examples from their surroundings. As much as possible, I try to lead by example and get young men to return to short hair when necessary. Sometimes this requires a certain amount of tact and diplomacy, but it always requires a lot of patience.
The same was true of my colleague Martin, a nice twenty-year-old young man with black hair that framed his nice symmetrical face and medium-sized, only slightly protruding ears. When I met Martin, he had been cut short at the barber's less than a month. His hair was not long at all, it hadn't yet attacked his ears and it also didn't come close to his collar at the back of his neck. Since I myself keep to the monthly periodicity of visits to the barber, I was looking forward to seeing Martin cut short again soon. I waited and waited, but Martin still didn't feel like going to the barber. It was starting to feel strange to him, but I told myself that with a little patience I would definitely get it...
Another month slowly passed and my hair was starting to cry out for regular electric haircuts, pretty short, as was appropriate and practical for the upcoming warm days. I was therefore thinking about how to force Martin to get a haircut too - and the most appropriate thing seemed to me to ask him directly if he didn't want to get a haircut at the barber's, just like me. However, Martin answered me to this direct question that he didn't know. I didn't really understand why - his hair had grown a bit longer again, and it no longer resembled his original short haircut. I realized that I had to use a little tact and told Martin that he didn't have to get a haircut, but that he could accompany me to the barber's, and then we could go for a beer together. As I expected, the lure of a beer worked and Martin agreed to my invitation. We agreed on a date when we would go to the barber's together, where I would get a haircut and then go for a beer together. Before that, I had occasionally mentioned that my overgrown hair was already irritating me, that it was uncomfortable and that I didn't understand those who wore it. I told myself that Martin had to understand that I was getting a short haircut of my own free will, and that I was looking forward to having very short hair. I had to set an example! That was the only way to convince Martin to get a haircut - and how else but very short, which is the best!
After work, Martin and I went to the local barbershop. On the way, I asked him if his father at home tells him when and how to get a haircut? Or does his mother remind him about hair care? Martin said that he doesn't see his father often, and his mother basically doesn't care. I understood that Martin has no role model or authority in this area and is without strict guidance when it comes to taking care of his appearance. The result can only be a neglected appearance. So I told Martin that if he wanted to, he could get a haircut right after me - but I noticed that Martin didn't really want to and didn't have a clear answer. It seemed to me that the topic of cutting hair wasn't entirely to his taste. So I gave up on further persuasion and let things take their course. In the meantime, we reached the barbershop, where we sat on a bench and waited for the barber to finish the previous client and for me to sit in the barber's chair. When this happened, the barber covered me with a white sheet and, upon his question, I said that I wanted a very short haircut, high around the ears and on the back of the neck, so that I would feel comfortable on warm days. The expected concert of the electric clipper began, accompanied by the typical buzzing sound. While the barber was diligently working on my haircut, I watched Martin in the mirror. I saw that he was watching, but I also noticed a certain restlessness in him. So I told myself that I had to proceed calmly and not scare Martin. Although I would have preferred if he wanted to have his haircut right away, he would have to want it himself! And I had to make him make this decision with my influence!
In the meantime, the barber had finished my usual short haircut and adjusted the mirror to show me his work on my very short hair. I examined my very short-cropped head and my sides and neck, shaved high on the skin, with interest. I praised the barber out loud and thanked him for the meticulously performed haircut. Martin must have known that this was exactly how I had imagined my haircut and that I was extremely satisfied! I noticed that Martin was watching me intently and listening carefully to what I was saying. So I asked him if he wanted to get a haircut right now, while we were at the barber's? Unfortunately, Martin told me that he wasn't ready for it yet - and that surprised me! When would he finally be ready for a haircut? And when would he finally get a haircut? It was clear to me that I would have to wait for Martin's haircut, and that I didn't know how long....
So we set off to a restaurant, where we talked about work and hobbies over a beer. I was very careful not to talk about the haircut, so that Martin wouldn't start thinking that I cared about his haircut. During the debate, however, I noticed that Martin sometimes looked at my very short haircut for a long time, and that gave me some hope.
Spring came and the mercury started to climb higher than before. I felt very good in my very short haircut and I often praised my hair to Martin. But I never asked him if he was ready for his haircut. His overgrown hair really needed a haircut - it had already reached half of his ears, flowed over his collar to his shoulders and fell into his eyes in front. Martin would throw his head every now and then toss his hair aside and see ahead for a moment - at the road, at work and at the other people around him. It was clear that it was no longer comfortable for him at all and that it would be a good idea for him to finally get a haircut. My hair was also gradually growing and after four weeks the day approached when I should have my hair cut again. So I asked again if we could go to the barber for a haircut - and I deliberately did not say that we should both get a haircut - and then for a beer, just like a month ago. Martin agreed without much hesitation, and so there was nothing to stop us from agreeing on a date that suited both of us. In the remaining time, I started to impress Martin a little: I told him how grateful I was to my strict father for teaching me to take care of my appearance regularly (and I was thinking primarily of my short haircut), how my short hair did not obstruct my view, or how practical it was for washing and drying. I again made sure that Martin could not start to think that I somehow cared about his haircut - the resulting impression was that the haircut was mainly beneficial for me.
On the agreed day, we again set off for the barber's, where we had been together once before. On the way, it seemed to me that Martin was more thoughtful than last time. But I didn't think much about it, I knew that in the worst case scenario, it would just be a haircut and Martin would leave the barbershop with his, this time very lush mop of hair, i.e. without any barber intervention. Before we got to the barbershop, Martin unexpectedly asked me if I would recommend that he get a haircut. I told him the truth that if I were his father, or any other authority figure, I would not only recommend it, but that I would strictly demand it of him! I told him the truth that I would like him to get his haircut - just like me - very short. So that his hair wouldn't constantly fall into his face, so that his ears would be visible again and so that his hair wouldn't hang over his collar like a blanket. I told him that if I could be strict, he would get a proper haircut, the kind of haircut a young man needs and should have. Martin probably didn't expect these words of mine, so he told me in a quieter voice that I could be strict with him. My heart raced slightly, because it seemed to me that my long-term work had made sense and that I could achieve that the nice young man would have a good haircut - very short and under my supervision. We were on our way to the goal, but the victory was far from over.
I quickly thought about whether, in this situation, when Martin was willing to have his haircut, I should go to the barber's chair first, or whether I should send Martin there first so that he wouldn't change his mind about his agreement in the meantime. After a short reflection, I decided that I would take a risk and have my haircut first, to set an example for Martin. That's what happened after the barber's challenge, and I sat down in the chair first. The barber cut my hair as I was used to, except that I had my hair cut a little more in front above my forehead, so that it was shorter and less thick - summer was approaching, and with it the sun and increased temperatures, leading to sweating of the head. Whenever the barber allowed me to do so, I would watch not only his work in the mirror, but also Martin, who was patiently sitting on the bench and waiting. I saw Martin staring intently at my haircut the whole time. He seemed calmer to me than last time, and that gave me hope that this time I would finally be able to arrange for his haircut, which he really desperately needed! This time I didn't even notice the electric clipper working on my hair much and it was done. I got up from the chair, thanked the barber, looked at Martin and in a firm voice told him to get up and come to me. I pointed him in the direction of the barber's chair, which was already waiting with a white sheet ready, which he covered Martin with in a moment. There was no escape, no way back!
The barber looked at Martin, but before Martin could say anything, I told the barber in a decisive voice that I took full responsibility for this young man, that he had to get rid of his disgustingly overgrown hair, and that I therefore demanded that it be cut very short, just like I had been cut a moment ago. Martin probably didn't want it exactly as short, but after my authoritative statement, he had no choice but to accept it. He had given me his consent to be strict with him! And a very short haircut was what he absolutely needed. So the barber got to work. He began to skillfully cut the overgrown hair above his forehead with scissors, and after a while Martin could see clearly in front of him again. Then it was the turn of the hair in the front of the head - this time the barber lifted the long hair with a comb and cut it over it with an electric clipper. More and more black strands of hair fell onto the barbershop floor. It didn't take long for the electric clipper to start moving around Martin's ears - systematically cutting all the hair so that the ears and the skin above them could be seen again. The clipper went pretty high, without compromise. No consideration was given to the hair that still hung from the back of his head to his shoulders. A few skillfully guided strokes led to its complete removal. The barber's masterful concert continued, the large attachment gave way to the medium attachment on the electric clipper, and a moment later the medium attachment was replaced by a smaller one. All the barber's skill was focused on one thing - to restore Martin's appearance, freeing his face from the undeserved prison caused by the long-uncut, black mop of hair. In less than half an hour, during which the electric clipper without the attachment and the razor also came in to shave the last remnants of the hair stubble, Martin's transformation was complete after cleaning. Martin and I were amazed at the transformation that I had ordered and over which I had strictly supervised! Martin finally looked like a young man should look, it suited him very well and he showed his satisfaction. We thanked the barber for a job well done, I did not forgive myself the repeated and careful manual inspection of the cut areas on Martin's head. I had to check what I had ordered, didn't I?
Satisfied and in a good mood, we then left the barber's for a beer, where we discussed today's transformation. Martin repeated to me again of his own accord that he was very satisfied with his transformation today, which I had strictly ordered and checked for him. He rightly regretted not having had a haircut earlier. My ears liked to hear that, so I sternly told Martin that we would go to the barber again in four weeks. I asked: "Do you understand that clearly"? This time, to my delight, Martin did not hesitate with his answer: "Yes, definitely, yes"! That was exactly the answer I wanted to hear, a good intention had been implemented! A young man will learn to regularly care for his hair properly under my authoritative guidance!
Do you have similar experiences? Do you lack a role model, authority figure or dominant person? Do you need to learn how to care for your hair by regularly cutting it very short, under the strict supervision of an authority figure? Do you want to experience it in practice? Write to me at haircut@centrum.cz. I look forward to your emails.
