Every time I get my nails done, I worry that I am a
predictable boring person. Let me
explain.
I’ve been going to the same nail place for the last 6 months
or so. Every time I get a pedicure
and manicure.
“Pick your color” they say as I enter.
I always pick the same dark red, at least during the fall
and winter.
I sit for the pedicure and they bring me the Shellac colors.
“814, please.”
I always pick 814.
Then I sit for my manicure and have this same conversation.
“You really like this color, huh?”
First of all, yes, I like this color. I didn’t look at the colors and think,
“This one looks like shit. Let’s
go with this one.” Are there
people that choose a color they don’t like? And if there are, is that some kind of lame way of
exhibiting their own self-loathing?
“I chose this crappy color because I hate myself and didn’t get hugged
enough as a child.” But I digress…
It is at this point that I look around at everyone else’s choices. I see the younger fashionable crown
with shades of blue and few bold women with patterns. Am I boring because I never do anything different?
Every once in a while I entertain the thought of picking
something different. Maybe I’ll
pick a bright color today. But
then I remember that that’s not really me.
Sometimes it’s easy to get wrapped up in being exciting and
interesting. No one wants to be
stuck in a rut. But there’s also
something to be said for knowing who you are.
I am not a flashy person. My closet is filled with a lot of black, gray, and
brown. My make-up choices are
subdued. I have a thing for black
and white pictures of Paris and 90% of the time I will choose Greek salad with
chicken at Panera. This is who I
am. I am 814.
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