Another panic attack at the barber

>Another panic attack at the barber.

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man up

What does this have to do with fitness? /Fit isnt your therapist

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>another manlet cope thread

>tfw Jow Forums gives you extreme paranoia about hair loss so whenever you go to your barber you ask if you're balding because your hairline is curved at the edges a bit and she always says no it's been that way since I met you but you're still scared af because your ridiculously thick hair is like all you have going for you

I know that feel man. Something about a shaky old man handling my head with scissors really sets me off.
>go to stylist they always give the one with the giant tits that crams her tits all over my head while cutting my hair.
>get boner
>get scared someone will see it
>becomes a fear boner that wont go down for anything
Yeah never going there again

I thought I was the only person that had barber shop issues. I'd get extremely anxious and feel like I couldn't escape while getting my hair cut. A few times i'd have to go to the restroom mid-haircut and sometimes even throw up in the restroom. I ended up getting a kit and now cut my own hair. Idk wtf was/is up with me because every once in a while i'd have no issues, and had also never had the issue until I was like 18. (I'm 20 now)

what happened you sick fuck

I have an even worse story than you (female barber fucking with me in a way i dont want to be fucked with, shes a dumb bitch)

It is literally the first time something like this happens, I've never had issues with the barber besides boredom. He was cutting my hair when I suddenly realized what an uncomfortable position I'm in, a realization I've had several times in the past without a panic attack. This time though, I literally can't stop thinking about what a shitty position my back is in and my mind amplifies the thought to the point where I'm imagining extreme back pain. I think I'll just man up and get this shit over with, don't be a pussy. Over the next few minutes, my heart rate increases, I start sweating, keep making sporadic movements in my chair, breathing became abnormal, vision going blurry, feeling nauseous and heavy. Most of all was a very heavy sensation of absolute dread. I told him to stop because I have a extreme headache and I'd be back later, he wasn't too surprised since he must have realized at some point while cutting my hair I wasn't alright. He asks me if I need a glass of water but I just politely excuse myself. I go out, get a breath of fresh air, get a snack, walk back in and get it done with. Didn't feel any anxiety when I came back in. Ended up making a lot of small talk while he was cutting my hair the second time, which helped to curb thoughts of anxiety from forming again. Cool story bro.

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>tfw best barber in town is a good friend of mine
>short colombian dude with scissors and a razor tattooed on his neck
>we always smoke a joint together after he finishes work, sometimes I take him to parties, the entire social circle loves the guy
>the atmosphere in the barbershop is absolutely sick, we talk about girls, working out, politics, everything
>I literally don't have to tell him what I want because he immediately knows what's gonna look the best on me
Love the guy.