I keep having these really weird daydreams (am I the only one??), yesterday was no exception

I went to get my hair cut and was having my hair washed before they started in one of those special lean-back sinks they only have in hairdressers. First of all I found myself thinking about the day a sink designer came up with the idea of making these sinks, he was very proud of himself and went to see the big boss with his sketches but his boss was very angry at the stupid idea and the designer ended up getting chased out of the factory grounds by a baying mob of farmers with pitchforks (where did the farmers come from????)

Then the guy washing my hair kept telling me to relax my head, he’d support it while he washed it, I thought what if humans had developed with absolutely massive heads (a bit like mr potatohead), so big that they couldn’t support the weight by themselves unless it was balanced perfectly. When they came to the hairdressers they would need some kind of giant frame which would tilt backwards into the sink while holding the weight of the head or else as soon as the customer started to lean backwards the head would topple and break their neck, but then the giant frame would block bits of the head so it would need to be really complicated so the hairdresser could change the way it grips to make sure he washed all of the hair. Then I started thinking about what a society of these people would be like, there would be many deaths, if anyone fell or slipped and their heads went out of balance they would die of a broken neck, if anyone fell and survived they would have to build a huge supporting frame around them to lift them up and get them balanced again, the society would be very young, couples who made it would have to have many many children so that some would make it to adulthood and the species could survive, there would be so many deaths that people wouldn’t care, there would be no emotion, people wouldn’t form strong friendships, there would be no sports, children wouldn’t play, on and on it went….

If I was American I would probably be telling these things to a therapist instead of writing them here and he’d probably tell me that I have deep seated issues with one of my parents which will require me to come and see him every week until I’ve spent every last penny I own and I was a gibbering wreck. Of course, being British I prefer to keep these things inside and just turn to alcohol instead..