i feel violated.

i went to work with my new, short, spiky hair this morning. i stupidly woke up late and had to get to the office myself, making a grand entrance alone. in order to reach my cubicle, i had to walk through a pretty long corridor and walk past everybody. it didn’t help that i reached during the settling-down minutes, when everybody was standing and chatting.

they stared at me, exclaiming their surprise for a full six minutes. suddenly i felt so naked i wanted to hide under my desk. and i was bombarded with questions, raised eyebrows and comments regarding my hair for the entire day.

they don’t really like my new hair and prefer the feminine longish hair, but i do prefer spiky hair, so to the hell with it.

my eyeballs feel violated too, by the way. for the first time in twenty two years my fingers ran along the contours of my eyeballs.

because.

i’ve got my contact lenses.

and i really wonder what the hell made me want to get contact lenses. halfway through the session where the optician guided me through the wearing and removing of contact lenses, i already felt like dying. at least the optician was pretty cute looking.

he sent me home wearing my contact lenses (*not the walk-me-to-the-doorstep kind of “send”, but the way a teacher sends a student home with home work, you know? “sent me home” is a misleading phrase here, i realise belatedly) and when i reached home, i couldn’t get the lenses out from my right eye. because i had practised only the left eye once at the optician’s. i made so many attempts i took a dinner break with the left contact lens removed and the other one still on my eyeball.

and the final removal of the right contact lens was a pure fluke. i got irritated, rubbed my eyes, and there it was.

i wonder if i can remove my right contact lens daily by rubbing my eyes. it’s so much easier.

i’m already trembling with fear at the thought of poking my eyeballs again tomorrow morning.