I wish there was a word for the phenomenon where, on the one day you decide to go out totally ungroomed, you bump into people whom you wish could see you looking hot instead of frumpy. Then I'd actually have a term to describe my Wednesday night!
I met two people I really didn't want to see ever again in my life....well, one of them anyway, the other just comes attached to him. The last time these people saw me was when I was at least 5kg lighter and dressed better. I went out earlier that day thinking, "Hey, no one's gonna see me anyway, so why bother." So I head out without make-up, wearing an ugly, ugly cardigan over an unflattering outfit (hey, it was comfortable, ok?).
Sigh....this is almost worse than the foot-in-mouth disease that people get in similar situations. I was thankfully spared that when I had to rush off to meet my dad and couldn't (and didn't wanna) stop to talk to those two people, whom I might add seemed to have actually lost weight (rather than gained like the rest of us), making their already thin frames almost disappear. After my majorly self-esteem-killer experience with the dude in question in the past, the least I could do is look hot on front of them. But noooooooo, SOMEbody had to go out looking like a bloated, middle-aged fish with no eyebrows.
I know what you're thinking. Hey, even perfect people are entitled to frivolous grousing every now and then, let alone an excessively self-conscious neurotic like me.
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