I had my hair cut 2 months ago. It was not "just a trim". I cut off about 4 inches of my hair; making my hair shoulder-length. I also got more bangs. Thicker, shorter bangs. It was noticeable. At that time, many people complimented my hair cut. It was THAT obvious of a haircut.
Today (2 MONTHS LATER) people are complimenting my NEW HAIR CUT !! I wish I were kidding. Today, at work, several people (that I work with on a DAILY basis) complimented my "new hair":
"Ooooo! I love your new short hair!" Seriously? But it's been 2 months. I don't want to seem ungrateful, but are you fucking kidding me?
"What did you do to your hair? It's cute!" Um...it's been cute for 2 months. 2 months. It's been cute, right? Right?!? Maybe it wasn't. And today it is? Or maybe it isn't cute. Are people fucking with me? What do you mean by "what did I do"...I did it 2 months ago.
"Wow! You got a makeover!" This compliment is my personal favorite because I know the bitch just called me ugly. Yes, dear. The "makeover" I got 2 months ago, just kicked in. I was wondering when the ugly would wear off.
I must be invisible to everyone, and that makes me sad. I tried to tell myself I was transported to a different planet overnight, but I'm not falling for it. I tried to remind myself that I work with a bunch of pod-people, but those same pod-people noticed my hair 2 months ago. So what the hell? I must be invisible. Insignificant. Inferior. Trivial. Incidental. Un-mentionable. Un-seen. Un-heard of...or better yet, never to be heard from again.
I realized that if I went missing, it might take people 2 months to notice. I could be dead or dying, and not until 2 months had passed would anyone bother to wonder. 2 months. That's a long time, right? I'm screwed.
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