My Japanese class was cancelled today, unexpectedly, leaving me with an hour between classes to burn. I was planning on getting my hair cut after classes were done, but since I had this extra hour, I decided to go ahead and get it done then.
I rather enjoy having my hair cut. It's nice to have it short again after it being uncomfortably long. The only thing I don't enjoy about the haircut is the obligatory small talk you have to endure. I'm the sort of person who would just as soon sit in polite silence and let the hairdresser (or whatever you might call them) cut my hair, cooperating whenever necessary. I doubt she really cares where I'm from, how long I've been going to school here, what I'm studying, and so forth. I'm sure she's a wonderful person, and I have nothing against her, but I just don't see the point of small talk.
This is probably just the practical side of me rearing its head. It doesn't come out all that often. I just thought I'd share with everyone how I think small talk is pointless.
And I wanted to announce to everyone that I got a haircut. Adore me.