Some especially random shit...

You know, I've always found getting your hair cut to be a surprisingly intimate experience. Actually, I've often thought the same about visiting the dentist, but that funny feeling of intimacy tends to disintigrate once the drilling starts.

In either case, you're dealing with very close physical encounters with people you only know in a very peripheral way. I guess you could argue this same point for one-night stand-type encounters, but that's not really the kind of intimacy I'm talking about. I think this has to do with more of a one-way exchange of contact, as you don't really get to cut their hair when your turn is over. Or at least not in any situation I've been a part of....

Okay, well maybe I'm nuts... or maybe this comes from my general lack of physical cotact with people on a day-to-day basis, or whatever. It's not that I shy away from physical contact, it's just not in my nature to touch people much beyond normal greeting/farewell kinda stuff... probably the predominantly British upbringing...

Sometimes I can't even believe the crap taht floats through my head.