Write that post. You know which one I’m talking about. Write it and don’t worry about who reads it. And you, my friends who hem and haw and don’t know about that blog, start it. Push the publish button.
THE POST WONDERING WHY EVERYTHING IS SO FRUSTRATING (aka, I’ve wanted to do this for a loooooong time)
So we go to the store to get haircuts and other things. I sit down in the chair and the lady starts to comb my hair.
I see her look of confusion in the mirror. She gets my mom to come over and she tells my mom that she thinks that I have nits in my hair. She tells my mom how to treat it while my mom has this peeved look on her face because my mom thinks it’s dandruff. I shiver a little because I hate the idea of live creatures on my head.
We buy the treatment thingy and go home. We take everything off the beds (sheets, pillows, stuffed animals) and take it downstairs to be washed in hot water
in the uber teeny washer. My mom then proceeds to work on my hair.
She puts the stuff in my hair and goes through my endless mass of hair with the comb. Turns out, the “nits” were just dandruff.
Just. Flipping. Dandruff.
My mom has fibromyalgia. It causes severe pain in her entire body. Thank you, lady, for making my mom hunch over me with that comb for forty minutes and increase that pain even more.
WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE SO FRUSTRATING WE JUST WANTED TO GET HAIRCUTS AND STUFF AND NOT BE FRUSTRATED ARGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH
I get easily frustrated. Very easily. And when I get frustrated, other people get frustrated and it’s not pretty. I’ve wanted to post about how I wish things weren’t so frustrating, but I was afraid that people who came across this blog would be like, “We don’t care. You’re a horrible blogger. We don’t care.”
You know what? If you don’t care, I don’t care that you don’t care. I have people that care and I care about them.