Bad Hair Day
“you’re getting a haircut,” my friend announced
My friends, wiser than I am, have been conspiring against my dreams of long luxurious hair. In my head it looked awesome. The reality, I suspect, was a disheveled mop that was starting to make me look homeless
Always trust your friends in these situations. We all live in these wonderful dream worlds of our own design; mine is made possible by pragmatic friends.
Choose friends wisely. They are the gatekeepers between your delusional fantasies and reality