minionlover
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Story time!
For the past few months, I’ve been growing out my hair. I was hoping for it to look like a lion’s mane, but reality is often disappointing, I looked like a mushroom. :/
After a few more grueling months, I managed to evolve from a mushroom to seaweed. (Yay! …I guess.)
It still isn’t long enough (for my standards at least), but it’s at a point where I can say, “Good enough.”
A few weeks ago, a question came to mind.
Should I style it? I foolishly wondered.
It isn’t a point where I could braid it, maybe if I tried, but it’d be painful as hell. The only possible hairstyle I could apply was a ponytail, a simple ponytail, nothing too crazy.
Technically speaking, it wasn’t even a hairstyle, kind of like how Pluto wasn’t a planet if you get what I mean. My hair was getting in the way anyways, so I kind of needed a ponytail.
Being the recluse shell that I am, I opted to donning a ponytail only in close corridors, no one, not even my weird uncle looking down at me from heaven was allowed to see me like this. But the other day I went, “What the hell, I’ll wear it outside! What’s the worst that could happen?”
…Little did I know. Little did I know.
Confidently waking up early in the morning to doll myself up by tying a pink rubber band to my hair, I made sure to pee, poo, brush, and drink a warm cup of watered-down sprite to start my day and timely arrive at my bus stop.
Not even a full ten seconds passed before I heard some kid exclaim, “What the…” And another go, “Ew.”
Obliterated. Nuked. Decimated.
Whatever confidence I had built up that day crumbled quicker than a kindergarten’s sandcastle. Hiding the emotional damage, I walked towards my seat with an emotionless expression.
But as if these strangers didn’t give me enough damage, some chick loudly and mockingly whispered, “Did you see his ponytail?”
Although, I didn’t see her face, I KNEW she had a big smuggling grin on her face, already aware that I heard her.
Defeatedly, I sat on my chair and prayed to God they wouldn’t look at me again.
Never again. Never again.
That is all!
*Closes book*
For the past few months, I’ve been growing out my hair. I was hoping for it to look like a lion’s mane, but reality is often disappointing, I looked like a mushroom. :/
After a few more grueling months, I managed to evolve from a mushroom to seaweed. (Yay! …I guess.)
It still isn’t long enough (for my standards at least), but it’s at a point where I can say, “Good enough.”
A few weeks ago, a question came to mind.
Should I style it? I foolishly wondered.
It isn’t a point where I could braid it, maybe if I tried, but it’d be painful as hell. The only possible hairstyle I could apply was a ponytail, a simple ponytail, nothing too crazy.
Technically speaking, it wasn’t even a hairstyle, kind of like how Pluto wasn’t a planet if you get what I mean. My hair was getting in the way anyways, so I kind of needed a ponytail.
Being the recluse shell that I am, I opted to donning a ponytail only in close corridors, no one, not even my weird uncle looking down at me from heaven was allowed to see me like this. But the other day I went, “What the hell, I’ll wear it outside! What’s the worst that could happen?”
…Little did I know. Little did I know.
Confidently waking up early in the morning to doll myself up by tying a pink rubber band to my hair, I made sure to pee, poo, brush, and drink a warm cup of watered-down sprite to start my day and timely arrive at my bus stop.
Not even a full ten seconds passed before I heard some kid exclaim, “What the…” And another go, “Ew.”
Obliterated. Nuked. Decimated.
Whatever confidence I had built up that day crumbled quicker than a kindergarten’s sandcastle. Hiding the emotional damage, I walked towards my seat with an emotionless expression.
But as if these strangers didn’t give me enough damage, some chick loudly and mockingly whispered, “Did you see his ponytail?”
Although, I didn’t see her face, I KNEW she had a big smuggling grin on her face, already aware that I heard her.
Defeatedly, I sat on my chair and prayed to God they wouldn’t look at me again.
Never again. Never again.
That is all!
*Closes book*
