So, as I mentioned in my last post, the people around me went into my locked closet and took my room key. To add to this story, let me write about my haircut. So for a couple of years now, I’ve been cutting my own hair, which just involves me using clippers to shave my head to a short hair length. My hair was growing noticeably longer than usual and it got to the point where I had to actually comb my hair, which is more maintenance and an unnecessary annoyance at the moment. So I planned to cut my hair, probably added an event to my calendar to cut my hair a day or two before. And since I’m being stalked by the people around, they were anticipating me cutting my hair and indirectly talking about it. As I was cutting my hair, these two guys we’re talking and one guy mentioned how he couldn’t cut his own hair because he would mess it up and the other guy said something about getting clowned if you don’t have a nice haircut. Then my roommate and I talk for a bit and we talk about the different clipper guard sizes. So I continue to cut my hair and finished much sooner than anticipated. I took pictures and then I decided to run the clippers through my hair just one last time just in case I missed a spot, which wasn’t really necessary. So as I push the clippers through my hair, the clipper guard slips off and I dig the bare clipper right into my scalp. My initial response was laughter because I thought it was funny. Then I start to reminisce about all that I heard leading up to the haircut, and then start to analyze that and everything that I heard after the haircut. What I concluded was someone, most likely my roommate, went into my locked closet and bent the hook part of the clipper guard so that it wouldn’t have a good hold and would slip off as I was cutting my hair. What’s interesting is that they had gotten to my clippers inside my locked closet before they went into my locked closet to take my room key, but I encountered the issue with the room key before the clippers. Which, by the way, I discovered yesterday that my room key was placed in my sweater in my locked closet; and I appreciate it, thanks for returning my room key to my locked closet, and I hope that’s the last time someone goes into my locked closet. And I might buy these people a pizza, especially because I’m a decade, on average, older than the people around me, but on second thought, I probably shouldn’t because they still got access to my phone and they’ve been annoying while drafting this post. For example, I had to wake up super early and my alarm didn’t go off, and this isn’t the first time they cause my phone alarm to not go off. So yeah, no pizza until the level of maturity increases.