My First Japanese Haircut

It has been a long time since the first universe ended. The first Miss Universe Contest.
Living in Japan has been an experience like nothing else. It has really been a wonderful journey. I would say the best, but tomorrow might turn out better, thus today will be the runner up tomorrow, yet the day after tomorrow is yet to arrive, so the practice of judging which day in Japan is the best is an utter act of unfairness.
I had not trimmed my hair since I arrive in Japan. One day I got a job. One of the days in the job life I felt that the hat covering my blooming hair did suffocate the rim of the roots of my hair, thus causing an immense headache everytime my right foot left the left entrance of the shop. One day I grabbed a pair of scissors. That day I harvested a garden of keratin wool. Dark Brown. Great Success. I looked into the mirror to greet a stranger. Never did I realize how I never realized that my hair looked artistic in the rear part. How so? Every time I took a stroll in the city to school (12km appx 49 mins), my head got the sheer attention it had never gotten before. At school, in class, classmates from all over the world in Asia praised my skill in haircut, before bursting into laughters together. First, I was very happy my new head shape can bring so much joy to others. Second, I was so flattered indeed by their praises. Those two three days of school, each day with a different teacher, whom had seen my head since the first day of school, were all (2 out of 3) surprised. The first one asked to check my welfare in high pitch and widest gaze. At work that day, my half bald egg head got attention from the kitchen staffs who were half boiling eggs. Especially the Tencho (shop manager), who was reasonably very friendly. Friendlier than an older brother. An older brother I am having now. This kind of kindness led me to believe that every work or job is fun with a friendly leader and caring teammates. I never knew anything else besides those facts, since this was my first arbeit (German for part time job).
Short story cut untidily, the manager offered to properly trim my residue the next day.
And so it got cut.
People laugh. People tease. People judge. I stay the way I am with my inner self. Either that or I join in the laughters and discussion together. Some ducks are born in eggs. Some sharks are born inside the stomach of their mother. However we are just people. We are slaves of oxygen. Humans produce carbon dioxide and water vapour for the growth and combustion of plantations. Plants then photosynthesis to produce enough oxygen in the air for our daily survival. For incentives, some even provide fruits as tokens of hardwork in the concentration camp we call earth. Fish are laughing at us right now.
Where was I? At home in your bed? No I mean in the story relating to the post I am gonna make today called My First Japanese Haircut. Where was I? Oh that... you were taling about your !anager who cut your hair for you. Oh that.... yup he cut my hair for me. Great Success!