I Must Be Insane

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.  

I've been called crazy for running in sub-zero weather and blizzards.  I've been called crazy for doing the ironman, but mostly for signing up for a second....and third....and fourth....

I was also called crazy quite a bit when I raced motocross, but that was only from people who didn't race.  

It never occurred to me until last night that I might actually be crazy.  As in, actually insane.  Certifiably insane.  And not for running in cold weather or doing ironmans or anything like that.  I have a habit of doing something over and over and expecting a different result.  I don't want to keep doing it, but I can't seem to stop.  I keep expecting a different result, but the result is always the same.

I get my haircut at Cost Cutters.  I don't like going there, and almost always put it off for at least a week.  I hate the place, and they always do a terrible job.  Yet for some reason, I expect things will mysteriously change.  I keep doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

The problem is that Cost Cutters is across the street so it's quick and convenient.  I can assure you I don't go there because I think they're good.  I'm not that crazy.


So last night I stopped by on my way home from work hoping for a good haircut.  Maybe today was the day, I thought.


The woman cutting my hair asked how I wanted it cut. After I explained, she then made the typical small talk I wish they wouldn't do.  These people need to concentrate.  She mentioned the weather and how it seems colder than usual, to which I told her it is in fact colder than usual.  Today's high was more than 10 degrees below the norm.  Then she said, "...and I don't remember it getting dark this early during daylight savings time."


She then proceeded to give me a bad haircut, which I saw coming.  

At least she gave me a fair warning.