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Conversations about my bangs aka Last night when freaking out I forgot that I am an overdramatic, hyperbolic person.

  • Hairdresser: But they look fine.
  • Me: I just need someone to fix them.
  • Hairdresser: Do you want them shorter?
  • Me: I don't think so. No, not really. I just want them like... I just want them fixed.
  • Hairdresser: I don't think they need to be fixed, sweetie. They look great. They're not crooked, and they have texture. You didn't cut straight across like a lot of home jobs.
  • Me: Can you please just do something to them so I feel like they're fixed?
  • Hairdresser: Okay. Sit down. So... do you want them trimmed up?
  • Me: I don't know. Maybe a little bit. Maybe like, so they aren't hitting my eyelid?
  • Hairdresser: They're not hitting your eyelid now.
  • Me: Just do something. Please just do something so I feel okay about my bangs. I don't care if you make two snips, I just will feel so much better knowing a hair dresser finished this.