A Fit of Insanity

Today was just like any other ordinary day. I woke up early, did my morning routines and went straight to my desktop and started working on my assignments. By noon, i was sweating like a pig. I had the fan turned off; my very own contribution to the fight against global warming. It's rather pitiful, but i try my best. That's when a thought arose... "I need to get a hair cut. Shave my head bald if i must. I must get a hair cut NOW"
Yes, i do get a little bit uptight about my brain boiling from additional insulation, so i happily called my hair stylist to make an appointment. Hair cuts, you see are a great destressor for me, and it is very important for me to get it cut when i feel the urge. I really can't explain why. So i called my hairstylist and He, unfortunately, being an extremely popular guy was too busy. So i decided to delay the hair cut and went to the gym instead.
So there i was, trying to motivate myself to run for 10 minutes after a full day of sitting in front of the computer. Half way through my leg workout the thought came again.. " I need a hair cut, i need one NOW". Being the self proclaimed psychologist that i am... i nicely talked myself into doing a few more leg extensions and suppressed the Id in me. The inner child, Id.
It was storming outside, surely it would be crazy of me to walk out to the hair dresser right?
But before i knew it, i found myself storming out of the gym, with my wallet and gym towel over my head walking in the rain to the stylist opposite the gym. It was closed. And in my great desperation i walked around the block looking for a place to cut my hair, still thinking " must get hair cut NOW"
Then Lo and Behold as i was about to accept defeat, I found a saloon... It was something like an Ah Lians Saloon. To me, it was Divine intervention, I've been to this area before and i have never noticed this saloon in the second floor of the shop houses. So i walked up the stairs.
Inside, the walls were white, the room was rather bare and there were only a handful of chairs, and yes.. the lady who cut my hair, was a somewhat old school Ah Lian. But i was desperate... so i sat down and got my hair cut. After that i had a nice sweet smile on my face.... my hair was cut... i was happy.. It really didn't matter how i looked, or who cut my hair... my brain was feeling cool and my heart was happy.

My moment of insanity had passed......