I Am 814

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.