those days where you feel the absurdity in the obtrusion of the ones in your proximity – where the self-absorption feels like hair swallowed with your food…
The days when every strain of hair takes in the outrageousness of expectations – expectations not met by oneself, but in a self-righteous way expected from others. Or when the hair itself just has a bad day
One thing is for sure, bad hair days only get to you if you let them, yet some days they just do!
It is Sunday – a sunny one at that – wish you all a great day 🙂