Today I got a haircut. The way I keep my hair is pretty much the way every other twenty - something male in the Midwest wears it. As such, it should be a pretty easy task to trim it up. All they ever do is run the clippers up and down the sides and back and maybe even out the bangs. Pretty easy, right?

Well, the woman that cut my hair today took a chunk out of the hairline on my neck. There is a small, pretty much negligible but still noticeable bald chunk. When I looked at the back of my neck after the stylist was finished, she explained to me that my hairline actually exists with that chunk in it. It was a bad lie. I have seen the back of my neck enough times to know what the hell my hairline looks like. She made a mistake, and for whatever reason, she didnt want to admit to it. She instead decided to hand me that pathetic little story about the hairline on the back of my neck.

Whats more, I accepted it. I acted as if I never saw my hairline before and told her that everything looked fine. I went along with her lie in acordance with the non-confrontational staus quo of societal existence. I paid her, and tipped her a buck. I acted happy with her services and smiled telling her to have a nice day and that I would be back to se her in about a month. Well, that was a lie. I dont think I will be back there again.

Isnt it amazing when you think about it all the little lies we tell each other in day to day existence. We lie about the way we feel. We lie about what we want. We lie about how pleased we are when we are serviced in some sort of way. Everyday, trillions of little lies are being told by Americans all over the country. And anyone that doesnt play this game is labelled a bother or a boor. Just like that obnoxious ouple everyone sees in the restaurant that returns the food or causes a fuss because the cooks put tomato on the hamburger when it was specifically requested to be absent.

However, what is the alternative? What if I caused a ruckus and refused to pay? That doesnt make my haircut any better. What if we were all completely honest with each other in everything? Well, then society would begin to fail. A certain amount of what has been labelled, "professionalism" must exist in order for us to go about our daily routines in a relatively safe and operable manner. You know what I think this proves?

I think it proves that people, deep down, under the layer of "professionalism" the display to everyone, suck. They are selfish, hedonistic, mysogynists that are literally chained to whatever craving they have. Isnt professionalism just a blanket for the reality underneath it? Namely, "focused civil manipulation employed to achieve a self-gratifying goal." If you doubt this, look how quickly we all drop professionalism when it fails to work for us and choose the nasty, brutish, and short methods of anger, hostility, rage, and violence.

So, have fun this weekend when all ya'all get to leave the office for a couple days. Because come Monday, you'll be even more worthless as you assume your role as a "professional" once again and become another faceless fake like the rest of us.