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Things I think about when I go to the hairdressers

Thoughts I have when I eventually get to the Hairdressers…..do you ever think these too?

You never look good when you get there, do you?

1. Oh god. I look frigging AWFUL. My hair looked OK until this morning. What is this, a magic mirror? 

Parents worst nightmare…

2. What if I have NITS?! How embarrassing would it be to have NITS? I feel itchy. 

You thought it looked OK this morning didn’t you?

3. The lights in this place are highlighting every grey hair on the top of my head. Great.  

I can’t hack small talk…

4. Please don’t talk to me!

You’d think I’d know by now, wouldn’t you?

5. I have no idea where my parting is. You find it. 

I hate looking at myself…

6. Never sure how my face should look whilst I’m staring in the mirror. Maybe resting bitch face is best. That way they won’t talk to me. 

I’m just too polite…

7. Yes the water is too hot but I’m too scared to tell you. 

How can you drink it? Seriously? 

8. Thanks for the tea but how can I drink it if I have to look down all the time?

Just too noisy…

9. I didn’t hear what you just said but I said yes anyway, so it’ll be a nice surprise to see what you actually do 

Looks great! A miracle has occurred. BUT…

10. I will never be able to recreate what you’ve just done in my own home. 

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Wanted: Friends

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Today is a bit of a low day.

I don’t get them often. But today is a low day.

Today is a day when I want to be able to pick up a phone and call a friend. Maybe meet for coffee, arrange to go to the cinema or have a girly night in.

I want to feel a part of something.

But I’m not. 

I’ve always struggled with friends.  I find it so hard to push myself. And even when I have friends, I can be terribly flaky and some times I just can’t bear to do what I’ve arranged to do. I don’t blame people moving on and not keeping touch.

Is this being an introvert? Social anxiety?

I wish I could be the person I think I could be.

I am more aware now than ever that I need some friends. Depression and feeling crap due to pregnancy plus the  grief of my Dad meant I hadn’t really thought about it until now. But now I’m ready to be a friend. Hopefully a better friend than I have been these past 18 months.

So today I’ve reached out to people I’ve lost contact with, or who I’ve  not made much of an effort with. And if you may be reading this, I’m sorry about that.

I’m looking for groups to go to. I’m talking and messaging and trying to make some links again, on and offline.

I’m being practive, not wallowing in my low mood but pushing myself to do something about it. I think that’s progress really.

So I’m feeling low. But I’m also feeling strangely positive.  Because I’m Making today the first day in my plan to get myself back on track.