I really hate going to the barber's, and I mean hate. I think its another one of those aspergers things; there's all the eye contact, a certain amount of physical contact, the proximity of the barber, and the feeling of being watched by the waiting customers. It makes me feel very uncomfortable just thinking about it. My hair has got far too long lately, and I'm beginning to resemble the wolf-man of Borneo. After I've been to the doctor's, my friend will cut my hair at home. I am SO grateful.
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