I am a hair therapist . Too dark , too light, too long , too short, too heavy , too fine ; I am a master of uncovering childhood trauma; it seems to manifest itself in our hair. It’s amazing how that really bad haircut traumatizes us for life. My sister wouldn’t let me cut her hair for years because my mother butchered her hair …….trauma. A new client will arrive with hideous baby bangs and an ugly mullet and change is not an option……this is the look I must recreate ; my masterpiece ; my legacy! We are often abused ; forced to hear the long agonizing tales of hair trauma imposed on them by countless unnamed stylists; hair trauma! Then, magically after listening to their harrowing tales of disappointment we must fake enthusiasm , and begin our work as Michael Angelo and begin my masterpiece; victory will be mine! With a frown of discontentment plastered on my clients face ; I will need to contain my enthusiasm and harness whatever positivity I can muster to go about this daunting task; I am a soldier going into the battle with no ammunition ……death is close. My work completed, I wait for any signs of contentment. A shoulder shrug , furrowing brow , it doesn’t look good; will I be discarded into the pile of unhappiness? With low self esteem I wait patiently for any sign of hope……..Nope ; positive feedback is not available to this energy sucking vampire . Her mission now is to carry on and find that person who will make her happy. Don’t worry energy sucking vampire , I will say reassuringly, There are people out there that believe we are not alone and there is life on other planets; this might be a viable option for you! Now go out and spread you negativity elsewhere; you have work to do . There are happy content people living among us that have not experienced you yet ; your mission must continue. ! In the mean time I could recommend hats a paper bag Vicodin; don’t think she will be back ……………..the saga continues; another day in the life of a hairstylist.