Wednesday, May 9, 2012
on being a woman
I wrote this under duress and medication. It may or may not suck. You've been warned.
I woke up feeling less than stellar today, so I didn't go to work and went back to bed instead. But I can only lay in bed doing nothing for so long. I decided to get up and do something productive. I brushed my hair. Hey, I have to start somewhere right? So as I brushed my big hair, something in the mirror caught my eye. I leaned in closer to look at my face. I had what looked like two red lines on each side of my forehead. Upon closer inspection, I realized what those lines were. They were burn marks! I had forgotten that yesterday as I was flat ironing my hair, I accidentally burned my forehead. Twice. I started laughing hysterically. They looked like devil horns. As women, there is very little we won't go through to make ourselves prettier, more attractive, sexier, etc. Think about it, we wax for god sakes! I enjoy feeling feminine and pretty and smelling nice. Getting a manicure and pedicure, getting pampered. All in the name of "Being a Woman" True, there are times like today, when I look well, kinda scary. But that's beside the point. So, I finished brushing my big hair and made sure the bangs would cover the horns and proceeded with my day. I was a cleaning fool. I think the meds I took had speed laced in them or something. I had so much energy the Energizer bunny himself, was getting scared! But as with anything else, too much of a good thing can be bad. Shortly after I rearranged my dresser drawers, does anyone else besides me organize their lingerie according to color and fabric? More on that later, anyway, right after that, I started feeling kinda woozy. So I went back to bed and started flipping channels. This "being a woman" business is exhausting. Especially when you're sick.