Week 47/52
“I forgot”, I say ruefully. I forgot.
“How could you forget?”, they insist. I force a smile. This is a newly acquired skill. Smile when I’m irritated. Smile when I don’t want to answer. Smile to convey I-wish-you-would-shut-up.
I got my hair considerably shortened recently, and it just did not occur to me while at the salon that I could donate my hair. So my hair ended up in little snippets on the salon floor, instead of being bunched together, put in a plastic bag and making its way to someone who’d transform it into a wig. A wig that could make the day a little better for someone who really needed it.
I’m tempted to make excuses. It wasn’t long enough, the strands were all broken with split ends, it would’ve been rejected anyways, I say in my mind. I realize they’re waiting for a reply. I force another smile.
Somebody asked me for a book summary! That too, of the book, ‘Rich Dad Poor Dad’ of which there are already a zillion summary blogs and videos. Whether I intend to prepare the summary sincerely or not is a whole different matter (I’d intended to quickly skim through this book prior to this summary request), but the gesture had me flattered. Someone thinks that my viewpoints upon reading this book is worth listening to. Probably they asked me just because they are busy themselves, but nonetheless, such a request is unprecedented. Let’s see how things turn out.
My flat mate’s grandma was here with us for the weekend. All grandmas are the same. They just wanna keep themselves busy and work all the time. They just can’t sit down and while away time.
It’s a bestie’s birthday this week, I finally have something to look forward to mid-week.
A school mate dug up some gold. Notes we made at the end of class 8. I sure was an optimist back then.
