|My most recent attempt at a fringe, never again, I promise this time!|
Remember when you are little and you have a favourite teddy bear or blanky that you took everywhere and was absolutely precious? I had a bear and a blanky, called Fluff, that I simply could not travel without. You think you grow out of these attachments but I don't think that's actually the case. In reality, poor blanky and bear get replaced, usually by an iPhone. For me, my adult Fluff was my camera. Even though it was just a humble digital camera, none of this fancy SLR business, I just had to take it everywhere! And it served me well I might add. So since it's been broken I have felt rather limp and useless, what's the point in seeing something beautiful if I can't try and get a photo of it!? Luckily I've bought a second hand one off Ebay that's due to arrive tomorrow but until then I wasn't really sure what to write about if I couldn't accompany it with pictures? For me, doing something amazing and exciting is good and all, but it's just not complete if I can't gaze lovingly over photos of it afterwards. I don't trust memories and their foggy haze, twisting and ruining things! I think even if something seems better in your memory than it was in reality, a little bit of you deep, deep down feels guilty at lying to yourself.
Anyway, in this desperate state I have been looking over old photos and can't help but feel sick every time I come across a photo of me. This is because I used to think I suited a fringe.It all started back when I was 9 years old and obsessed with the 'A series of unfortunate events' books, so when the film came out I fell in love with Violet and her thick, full fringe. Once you start a fringe, it's hard to lose it... And so for the next nine years I continued to think a fringe was a good idea! Here's a few horrible photos to show what I mean...
|About 6 years ago with a straggly, full fringe|
|when I used to cut my fringe myself|
|Uneven fringe, probably cut this myself too|
|This just reminds me that I lent that top to someone ages ago and never got it back...|
|Big fat gap fringe|
|This fringe is so bad it clearly reduced me to tears!|
Just looking at these photos repulses me. I know it may seem stupid to some, but for me everything in life feels unmanageable and overwhelming enough, if I can't even control a fringe how am I ever going to succeed in anything!?
This 'Howtobe Happy' tip is more just a personal note to never, ever attempt a fringe again. It's just not worth it. I'm putting it out there in public, so that if I ever say I'm getting a fringe cut in, please, please, I implore you to stop me!