Aromatherapy. And lipstick. Obviously. What else did you think?
Basically I need it because my so called friends have a problem with every random thing I do. Time I said goodbye to them. Except for S and Ananda.
And also because today I went to the salon to de-hair-ify my face because I know I have more facial hair than every other man. And also because I am sick of being reminded of the fact that I’m a descendant of the Ape. It’s kinda unsettling.
I might have Polycystic Ovarian Disease, y’all. Or I’m turning into a man! Yikes!
Anyway. The salon lady saw my driver’s license that fell out of my handbag while I was digging around inside it, looking for my hair tie. (I don’t use any other hair tie BUT this particular one). And she started expressing concern about my single status at this ripe old age. She said it was the only practical thing – getting married early and having kids early. I didn’t like her very much. She had a point though.
I don’t want to be 60 when my kid is 20. But at the same time, I gotta stop being friendly with the salon lady.
Give me pointers on how to politely tell society to bugger off?