I went to a barber :: Draft

Empathy for people who have to interact with software development people:

I went to a barber. We had a language barrier, two aesthetics and at least one person who did not know what he really wanted.

I walked out of there with a “clean shaven head”. Instead of a “shaved head”.

As I saw the cutthroat razor heading to my head, I had that moment. That moment when you realise: This person that I don’t know - can literally kill me right now if he so chooses.

So I let him.

He shaved my hairline into a balloon of funky.

Straight please. I said. Not so daring.

Every question was an effort.
Every time I wanted a change there was a tug of fear.
A razor at your throat does not mean your throat will get cut.

And yet how do you know, for a fact?

Without empathy, trust and understanding for the other - the smallest of actions feels life threatening.

Safety first.