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Because complaining about stuff shouldn't be limited to the elderly
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| Tuesday, January 31, 2006 |
After spending three hours at work today, I caught a glimpse of my reflection while visiting the bathroom. I had trouble dealing with it in the morning and thought I managed to make it look okay, but after careful examination, I realized my hair looked terrible. I was without a hat, comb, or other hair essentials, so I did my best to fix with freezing tap water--but it still looked off.
Dont worry about it, I tried to convince myself. No one else will notice.
Unfortunately, I couldnt do it. Everywhere I walked, I felt like someone was looking at me. I could feel their eyes staring at me; fully scrutinizing every out of place hair. I tried to convince myself it was in my head and their eyes didnt dart away when I realized they were glaring. The wayward mop on my melon became the focus of every thought I had. I even tried to keep myself busy by going out to lunch with a co-work, but I couldnt do it--not with the mess on-top my head.
Im having a bad hair day, I told my coworker. He immediately stopped eating his burger and looked directly into my eye (thank goodness it diverted attention away from my hair). Dude, are you okay?
He then proceeded to lecture me as to why guys cant have bad hair days. Apparently, its not manly.
Why not? Why cant guys have bad hair days? Men can a have bad hair day for the same reason women can--you dont hafta have a uterus to sleep on it wrong. And as I guy, I figure I have more reason to be concerned about bad hair days than chiks--its not like were looking at you above the neck, anyway. But as a guy, my hair is my only selling point. Without the hair, Id hafta use my charming personality to woo--and Id prefer to use some more reliable/stable/intelligent.
My coworkers position confused/angered me. I'm not a vain person, nor do I have anchorman hair. I can live with walking around with stained t-shirts and raunchy breathe--but I hate having a hair out of place. It makes me feel unkempt. I wasnt able to shake the image of his harsh words; they bothered me from the time I came home to this very moment as I look and see that my fly is down.
I still think they were staring at my hair.
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