Telepathy isn't working

I've had many ridiculous hairstyles in my time, including mohicans, pink hair, purple hair, a Sinead O'Bonkers cut, and, for the majority of my adult life, a bleached white crop that was not only painful to instigate but meant I kept getting mistaken for a lesbian. And once for Delores O'Riordan from The Cranberries. But only once, mind.

It dawned on me some time ago, however, that the style that suits me best is my natural one. That is, the one like the Annie in the annoying children's musical. Which is why, when I was at the hairdressers last night, the following conversation took place:

Me (decisively):
"Now, I don't want anything out of the ordinary. Nothing that looks like a style, y'know? I just want my usual mop of unruly curls, only a bit shorter and a bit neater, like it was three months ago."

Stylist (running fingers through my hair):
"Okay, I see, nothing too stylish, just your usual mop of unruly curls, only a bit shorter and a bit neater, like it was three months ago."

Me (relieved):
"Right, great."

Stylist (decisively):
"So how about I cut one side really short, and leave the other side quite long, so it has an asymmetrical, stylish look to it?"

Me (in my own head):
"No! No, no, no. That sounds like the last thing I want. I absolutely forbid you to cut one side really short and leave the other side quite long, so it has an asymmetrical, stylish look to it."

Me (out loud):
"Okay then."

She said that if I'm still in tears over it next week she'll happily chop the other side off too, but that I should at least give it the weekend to see if I get used to it or not.