Goldi-No-Locks

January 4th

Why, hullo there. I didn't feel like writing over the last few days. I've been going through a bad time. Hah, it seems like I'm always going through a bad time. But these last few days have been hard; what a great way to start the new year, yeah? I though this year was going to be different. Maybe once I get to college, though, things will be better. I'm back to continue my story for now, though.

I want to start out by telling you about my last few days. I was really trying to write at least once a day, but apparently that's not happening. After I got done writing my entry on the 1st, there was an... unfortunate turn of events. My evening was going well up to that point, but it went downhill from there. I was pretty nervous to write about my life, although once I got started, the words seemed to flow out. As soon as I finished my entry, I looked down to close my laptop and there was short golden locks covering the desk and keyboard. My head also ached. I was concentrating so hard I didn't even realize it. That's just wonderful.

I went to bed shortly after, but I couldn't keep my hands out of my hair. All night I tossed and turned, stressing about the days before me. When I woke up, I had to shake my covers out to get the hair off them. I treated myself to a smoothie, and tried to put on an optimistic attitude; consoling myself that the day ahead of me would go well.

It did not.

I arrived at work on time, and took my place at the assigned register to check people's groceries out. Working at Walmart, you run into all sorts of different people. Some are nice and some are downright rude. I ran into several of the latter today, which I will tell you of one such incident. A woman approached the register, and I greeted her. She nodded back in reply. I proceeded to ring up her groceries, as usual. I leaned over to bag them, and I became hyperaware that the woman was staring at me. I smiled politely and tried to hurry. As I leaned over to bag the last of her groceries, she said in a rude voice, "What happened to your hair?" My face turned crimson as I stuttered my reply. She frowned in disapproval and muttered an unintelligible remark before gathering her bags and walking out.

That hurt. It always hurts. I can never get used to it; it still bothers me that people can't understand. I should be used to it by now, but I'm not. Actually, I take it back. I should never get used to it. Nobody should ever get used to being criticized; that's so wrong if you're condemned enough to be used to it. I'm not sure if that even makes sense.

The next few days were no better. I wasn't confronted again, although I got some strange stares from people. Some look at me with pity; I hate when people pity me. Others look disgusted. A few actually laughed.

I realize I've probably confused you some, since I haven't explained my issues yet. But for tonight, I'm too distressed to even put it into words. So I will leave you with the promise that I will explain everything soon. 'Till next time.

~Chrysta