[oc] Forgotten Haircuts

Last week, I decided it was time for a fresh look and marched into the barbershop like I owned the place. Fifteen minutes later, I walked out with a buzz cut so short that it felt like my head was wearing a tiny beanie. As I strolled down the street, I casually waved at an acquaintance. They squinted, looking confused, and said, “Do I know you?” Apparently, my new haircut had erased my entire identity.
It’s one thing to change your hairstyle, but my shocking transformation took me straight from “friendly neighbor” to “who’s that bald guy?” I spent the rest of the day in a comical identity crisis—once I realized I couldn’t remember my own reflection either. It was hard to know if I was more upset about the haircut or the realization that my hair was, in fact, my only personality trait!