So, I was less than enthusiastic about New Years Eve this year... mostly because I really stressed about who's party to go to. I couldn't decide because I am very indecisive in general, and I also have this moral obligation to not offend anyone... thus, my mind was distracted and I made less than stellar choices.
Like the impulsive decision to cut my hair.
Normally, this particular impulse ends well, and I'm rejuvenated and excited for life again because my hair is refreshed and cute again rather than long and tangly. I even used the same cartoon pic that worked so well for me for my last haircut.
Yes, I used a cartoon picture as my example... that may have been Mistake #1 in my plan to be perked up & rejuvenated.
Mistake #2 was being too out of it to properly explain how much leeway and creativity I was allowing the stylist...My hair was supposed to look like a less volumized version of this:
I was picturing myself leaving the place all sexy-like... I mean, last year using this same picture example, it turned out like this:
So I had high hopes for this year as I was going to allow more of the bangs to be shorter...
Mistake # 3, trusting that just because I've had good luck with a new hair stylist every time at my local salon, that the luck would never run out. I truly thought my straight hair would never have any trouble with any stylist because it was so easy to work with.
Apparently this lady had a different vision than I did. Apparently she took the photo too literally.
She also used an obscene amount of product after I repeatedly insisted that my hair can't have too much product or it'll feel greasy...
I felt like I had a jelly fish on my head.
So I walked out of there with a slimy sea creature on my head, and tried to be positive, however it really didn't hit me until I got home and had to get ready for my party.
That's about the time I had a minor breakdown.
There's one thing you need to know about me to fully understand this breakdown: I love touching my hair. It's like petting a kitten/bunny/puppy, very pleasant and soothing and relaxing... not to mention that it keeps my hands busy in those moments where I really don't know what to do with my hands and would prefer not to be super awkward. It gives my hands a purpose in life. A glorious wonderland of silky softness to twirl, braid, tie in knots that never stay knotted...
But the whole way home all I could grasp was a stringy greasy mess.
This was very disturbing to me.
Normally, playing with my hair would help ease the troubled feeling... but no. The inability to play with my hair was half the problem! So I was caught in this little paradox/spiral of unhappiness.
It's like taking away a baby's favorite toy and expecting the baby not to cry.
I cried a little.
Not a full on sob or anything, but a whiny, temper-tantrum style, watery eyed frustration.
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| Crap. I now look like Medusa. Guess I'm kissing a statue this new years? |
I didn't even have a new sparkly outfit to help counter the feelings of ugliness. And no time to shower and attempt to re-style this new horrendous cut without any practice. I just had to deal with it and get dressed in a dress I already had worn before.
(Luckily I had a cute purple leopard print dress on hand and sparkly shoes. But I still didn't feel G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S like Fergie).
Mistake # 4 - I
did attempt to restyle it. Without shampooing.
I just brushed out all the teasing she did hoping it would look less like a sea creature, cause if I ever get the chance to look like any character from Greek Mythology I'd much prefer Aphrodite to Medusa.
I shouldn't have messed with it, it looked just as bad, but flatter.
At least it didn't feel tangly anymore. It did however, make the jump from just feeling greasy, to also looking like it. More whiny frustration happened. It was already 9pm and I had a 30 minute drive ahead of me. I had to find my dry hair cleaner spray in hopes of reducing the grease factor because an hour to shower/style it all over was not an option.
Luckily I found the spray, which helped the appearance, but not the feel, and ended up pulling my hair half up into a clip so that you couldn't see all of the layers anymore. I conceded that it was the best I could do in the time allowed and finished getting ready.
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| (My friends had the audacity to tell me it looked cute! Psssshhhh!! Yeah, don't you patronize me with your well placed flattery. It'll get you nowhere. I already like you guys, so no need to butter me up with your lies. I'm on to you...and you, and you....) |
I really wasn't in the mood to party though. I tried my best to seem cheerful at the party, but obviously failed miserably. My friend who was hosting the party said I looked like I wasn't having any fun and said it was okay if I wanted to go elsewhere. And since some close friends were begging me to come out I did, and I'm glad I did cause they cheered me up for the most part.
I really hope this is not a foreshadowing of the year to come. I really could use another decent year. Hell, i could use an awesome year. Whoever is in charge of such things - I'm talking to you. You've dealt me some crap the past few years. Time to give me fame, fortune (millions of dollars), superpowers, maybe a friggen Unicorn or Luck Dragon....
Or even just an apartment and a boyfriend.
I don't feel that I'm asking too much, at least a couple of those are doable.
Like the Luck Dragon, or the Unicorn. Totally more possible than the mythical "boyfriend" creature. I'm not sure they actually exist. But Unicorn's definitely exist.
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| Yay!! I'm real!! |
And I'm Pretty sure Falcore can save me from the Nothing that has been happening in my life lately.
