For a brief period of time today (too brief), I was a happy girl. I was feeling good, I got to take an hour or so for myself, and I was having fun with friends via Facebook and email.
And then it all came crumbling down, with most of an evening filled with words about how undateable I am, and how I have such an odious personality, and how it’s not how I look that’s what’s repelling everyone; it’s me – my core being. One minute we were having a nice conversation and I was discussing my first haircut in 14 months; the next I was being told it’s not my looks that are my problem, but my personality and who I am. Maybe I shouldn’t have pressed the issue by asking, “What do you mean?” Maybe if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have had to dwell on the words for the rest of the night. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
But this is supposed to be a place for what was good in the day, so let me repeat: I got my first haircut in 14 months! 14 freaking months! And it was fantastic! I went to Bella Capelli in Monroeville – my hair is far from complicated and all I ever get is a trim, so I have no issues with students cutting my hair. My stylist, Jordan, was great – she gave me this scalp massage while she washed my hair, and she was content to focus on my hair and leave me to my phone (I was working on some volunteer mapping stuff and the emails were flying – I apologized for being rude and staring at my phone, but she assured me it was fine). Plus, when I left, my hair looked pretty decent (for once).
After the cut, I went to Target to waste some time, and I even found two new dresses to take with me to Omaha next week. Score!
At least the day wasn’t completely awful.