A good change on my every other Sunday routine
Thanks to outdated and asinine military male grooming standards, I have to get my haircut about once every two weeks. Which I usually do every other Sunday. And today was one of those Sundays.
As I drove to my haircut today, my brain seemed to pull out this random reminder of how these Sundays would go back when I was drinking.
I would wake up hungover (naturally), initially telling myself I just needed to pull myself together long enough to pretend I'm a responsible adult and take care of getting my haircut. Once that was done, I could come home and do what needed to be done to take care of the hangover (i.e. start drinking again). Sometimes I'd fall back asleep after this self pep-talk and sometimes I wouldn't, but either way once I was up and moving, I was just thinking of drinking again already.
I'd tell myself I could just get my haircut tomorrow, either before work when I was working swing shift or after work when I was on day shift. And many times, that was the plan I went with. But sometimes I was able to convince myself to just get it done. (Usually, those were the times I was low on alcohol in the house and would need to go to the liquor store anyway).
So I'd shower and all that other good morning stuff and be on my way. It should be noted, the haircut place I went to was like five minutes away and that's with hitting every red light on the way there. But almost without fail every time, I'd have to turn around and head back home halfway there because my stomach would start feeling weird and I'd need to get to a bathroom quick. Then I'd take care of what needed to be taken care of and head back out. Usually my stomach was still feeling a bit off and I'd just be praying the whole time to not having one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
Thankfully I never had one of those embarrassing moments, but the whole experience was miserable. I remember so often getting home telling myself that was the last time I'd go through that; that from then on out I wouldn't drink so much on Saturdays when I'd have to get a haircut the next day. Funny enough, I usually made that promise to myself while opening my first drink for the day.
Anyways, looking back on those memories today, I'm definitely glad to not being going through that anymore. Pretty sure by this point I'd always be pushing the haircut to Monday. Or I'd have just started buzzing my hair on my own - both to keep from having to leave the house on Sundays and to save money on haircuts so I could buy more booze.




