By: Iris P. Concepcion
This is the first thing I see on a daily morning basis: people straightening their hair until they look like shining horse's tail. I have seen one guy did his overshot bangs this way and it freaked me out like some Blairwitch Project Redux.
On the other side, I saw these obnoxiously riotous groups of mane like mussed up carpets and they are genuinely curly like gangrened pubes or something (I couldn't believe I just wrote that---future employers, strike this out as a form of honesty) and it is absolutely a guffaw fest whenever I see these two contending hairstyles battling it out on the streets. It is like combat gear in reverse: to curl or not to curl. Or: to straighten or not to straighten. The battle has come to this? Salon Men are ruling the hood and it is putting some overworked scalps on the headline, finally.
Confession: does it make your tummy shake when you are looked upon like a pickled baby (the things you see in hospitals, inside the formaldehyde bottles) while you are eating some burger? The feeling is ghostly. You do not even look THAT way out of fear that pipes may burst sooner near the comfort room.
You fear the gestures; you sort of wonder if they eat with struggling elevators in mind. It does not help that people around are talking alien things as arrow pointers. Baffling. And can I say annoying? The thing you ask God for is : can I eat in peace without the subliminal curtailments of the unknown? Believe me, there was an urge to just go up there and pinch the ears then walk away just to prove my point.
Yes, it is totally, fabulously..........irksome.
It does not help that the starer looks like heaven. Drat.