Hard Truths

Memba Ben By Memba Ben, 10th Apr 2018 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Sometimes in life, we think we know better but more often than not, we don't. This is a time I thought I could do a better job than my barber.

"The man that knows something knows that he knows nothing at all" - Erykah Badu

I’ve already told you folks about my barber John and his magic fingers. It doesn’t matter just how bad your hair is. If you tell him what you want, I guarantee that by the end of your cut, he’d have you looking like a movie star. The guy plays an important role in how others look at me so while I myself wouldn’t take a bullet for the man; I appreciate what he does for me (regardless if I still have to pay for it). However, sometimes in life, a person doesn’t realize what values other people bring to their lives and simply take them for granted.

In an effort to keep myself from looking like a caveman, I paid John a visit and it started off like any other time I’d go to the barbershop. We’d crack a joke or two at the others expense, talk about the football and socialise with the others. On this particular day, he was going on about how he had a long day and that he was looking forward to the end of the day and me being the smart ass that I am, I decided to poke fun at what he called a hard day:

“Man, you can’t be serious. Complaining about how hard your job is while all you do is cut hair”
His response was as slick as ever.
“It’s harder than it looks, especially seeing that I have to deal with heads like yours”
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t sit there and act like you don’t know what I mean”

Now look, I’m not the type of person who gets easily hurt by insults or jokes. I know I’m not gonna grace any magazine covers or win any sexiest man alive titles and I’m cool with that. Hell, if the joke was actually any good, I’d give credit to the guy who told it. But there are just some things we don’t joke about. My friends and I make fun of each other all the time but there’s a limit to how far we can go.

With some of the guys, it is teeth and with others, it is nose sizes.
With me, it’s my hairline (or rather lack of).

It’s not been easy but I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that my hairline is going at an alarming rate at a young age and I try not to think about it much but I’m confronted with this reality every time I see my reflection. I won’t catch feelings or lose my cool about it but I’ll definitely get mildly annoyed when someone brings it up so yeah… don’t talk about my fucking hairline.

When I heard John say those words, he struck a nerve and I could feel my annoyance levels rise up as I thought he was going to bring up my…condition.

“No bra, I don’t know what you fucking mean”
“You come here to my stall, have the nerve to say what I do isn’t hard when you expect me to take care of that diamond that you call a head”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Your head has angles and shit. I could bring qualified mathematicians and scientists to come look at your head and they would be in awe at the precision.”

Keep in mind there were other people in the barbershop who were just sitting there quietly waiting for their turn so they heard the entire conversation.

They were dying of laughter.

After hearing John, my emotions went from anger to disbelief.

“Man, I don’t know how YOU can stand here, talk shit about my head and still expect me to pay you. Fuck you man, I’ll cut my own damn hair and prove this isn’t as hard as you say it is.”

With a half shaven head; I threw off the towel covering my clothes, pushed Johns hand out the way, put my cap on, got out of the chair and stormed off in a petty rage.

Man, this guy has no idea what he is on about.

I got home, plugged in the clippers and fueled with a desire to prove that fucker wrong, went to work. When I was done, I put down the clippers; brushed my head and looked into the mirror and…yeah.

Sometimes a person thinks they know better or are just so deadset on proving someone wrong that their ability to do said task gets blinded by their feelings. I don’t want to say much about how it turned out but the realization that John may have had a point hit me like a ton of bricks.

Damn, my head does looks like a diamond.

I still haven’t gone back to see John simply because my pride won’t allow me to admit I was wrong. But I was, and it’s safe to say that (for my heads sake) I owe John a huge apology.


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