I was at mom's and Pat's (step-father) house, and for some reason I decided to get my hair cut. The way I went about it, though, was that I basically decided to shave my head. Instead of doing it myself, though, I had someone else to do it for me, although I can't remember who.
Soon after having it done, I think I looked in the mirror, and I saw that the sides and part of the top had been done just to "test it out" to see how it was going to be, although it was cut very unevenly. There were still some longer parts (about 2 or 3 inches) that had somehow been missed within the parts that had been cut, so it all looked very sloppy, especially with the back side of it not cut at all.
Then, for some reason, I had to go out somewhere (which felt like Pleasant Valley Church, although I'm not so sure it was) and at first I was afraid of people noticing my badly cut hair. I ended up leaving though, and completely forgetting about my hair.
I was in the narthex area outside of the sanctuary, as well as walking down the hallway that goes by the pastor's study, and I also made a trip through the Fellowship Hall and I think even on or around the balcony in the Sanctuary. Then I somehow remembered about my hair, and I was somewhat embarrassed, although I still didn't really think about it much. I remember then seeing it in the mirror again (although I'm not sure which mirror I was looking into) and seeing that it still looked just as bad as before. I even reached up and played with the unevenly cut parts that were in the area of what had been done up to that point. I then got the thought of getting the trimming shears that I had used once before to cut my hair, and finishing it all myself to at least make it even. I think I remember starting, but I think something sidetracked me, but I'm not sure what.
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