Bad Hair Day

Whenever I feel depressed I redecorate my room. I change the places and positions of everything. I bring my library down, arrange the book in an easy, reachable manner and then put the library back up (the library thing is so exhausting because I spend about 3-4 hours minimum trying to arrange the books). I change the way I put the bed sheets, change the hanging photos and pictures, change the places of my sofa and mirror. I even throw away my makeup and buy new items. In short, I erase everything that might remind me of my depressing situation.


That used to work so fine in the past. It made me feel utterly new and refreshed especially each year when I finished my exams. But when it stopped to be of any use lately, or at least of any great use as it used to be, I tried to search for new ways to change my mood again and make me happy even if it was for a short while. So, I wanted a new look.


First I started with my style of clothes. I got rid of the things that really don't make me feel comfortable (chiefly psychologically rather than physically - although I use the damn high heels that is about to break my back). Then I shifted to the most important thing that really worried me. My hairstyle. I mean It's been years and years since I had a nice haircut. And it was so long that I didn't want to let go of my beautiful long hair. I guess I finally took the decision in the spur of the moment. I just headed to the beauty salon on my way home from work. I asked the stylist to make my hair shorter in less than 10 minutes or I'll regret it all. I used some mask. I got pedicured. I had facial and hair masks. In the end, it was such a great feeling. You know? To feel like you are a different person. I look in the mirror and for a moment I don't recognize myself.