The Joys of Roommates

I may regret the vulnerability of this post, but the subject was just too funny to keep inside...

First, some back-story:

On Friday I had my hair done, which was apparently the last chemically-colored straw. My mane decided to rebel in full force to the harsh dyes I've taken in over the years and now feels like straw. Some call it "crispies," others would describe it as "fried," either way it adds up to NOT GOOD. When I tried to style it on Sunday morning, I thought I would start crying. I had to turn off my music on the car ride to church and recite to myself all the verses I could think of about how God looks at the inner beauty of the heart. It was the ultimate test: whose approval am I seeking? Pathetic...but very real in its own way.

So I was complaining about my hair to my roommates tonight--contemplating whether the butch haircut needed to eliminate all the breakage would be more attractive than just shaving it off completely--when Alethea pipes up, "Maybe it's God's way of telling you that you shouldn't be dating right now." It doesn't seem so far-fetched. After all, I found I can sort of mask the damage from a distance...as long no one gets close enough to touch it, I'll be ok.

A later point in the conversation made her hypothesis seem even more probable. This part requires a bit more discretion, so forgive me for leaving out some of the details. See, besides hair issues, I've also got this cyst on my lower back which according to my doctor is not cancerous, just aesthetically displeasing. The girls and I discussed lancing options. Kirstin asked to see it...to give herself some reference for the subject at hand. She responded in expletives. And had to sit down for a while before we could proceed. Alethea: "Yeah...I think God really doesn't want you to date." I'm a freak.

So herein lies the test...because it would take an act of God for any guy who reads this to still be interested in me, why not expose my freakdom for all eyes to see? So if God doesn't want me to date, I've just made things a little easier on myself.