20 5 / 2012
My stylist is the most amazing person; last time I went and had my hair done, some highlights bled through the cape onto the shirt I was wearing. It wasn’t a shirt I cared to much about, but Josie, oh Josie, gave me a gift card to a new store that opened up in town.
It’s hard for me these days; I get so used to seeing people and having them be a part of my life and I grow to love them and value them. And no, this isn’t a bad thing. But it takes awhile for me to develop friendships I truly care for. I admit, not everyone I meet is a lifelong friend. But what I love about me is if I truly, truly care about you, I will make an effort to keep what we have alive.
Hair therapy included telling Josie about my current work situation. We both agreed that putting a knife on my desk and a little sign that says, “I take Prozac therefore I am a psychopath” (though humorous if you have read my last post about adult bullies) may not be found quite so humorous among the people who I work with who feel the need to gossip behind my back.