I got my hair cut on Christmas Eve, my hair guy... Uncle Harun said he likes experimenting with my hair, making me feel like a lab rat anyway he decided to give me a shaggy cut. That's what he called it. So he cut and cut and cut, then he danced to Temptation, sang and continued cutting. After the whole thing, he was finally satisfied. An older lady dried my hair, and then he came back to do a final check, he trimmed here and there and then said that if I hair dried it, it would look weird. He sent me off saying, "Shaggy hair doesn't need to be cared for, suits your personality. You don't care about anything."
It made little sense, the way he said it but whatever right? He wanted to dye my hair, so I said we'll see.