During my Women's lit class yesterday, we were talking about what is acceptable for women in society's view. Well the topic of hair came up and since I have short hair my teacher asked me, "Arisa since you have short spikey hair, do people touch it?" and thus gave me the idea for this post.
So I don't like to have long hair partially because I'm too lazy to keep it nice and the other reason is because I have super cool Asian hair. My hair literally sticks up without any gel or hairspray and if you try to push it down it'll just come into place again. Pretty sweet huh?
Well answering my teacher's question, I said yeah, random people love to touch my hair and that lead to a 15 minute conversation about all the random who have touched my hair. Yeah, it doesn't sound true. This is very true because sometimes when I'm at the store waiting to be checked out, people behind me just insist on feeling my hair. Sometimes at school, people I don't know just come up to me and ask to touch my hair. At first when it started happening, it freaked me out because I'm just like, "Ew no please don't touch my wonderful hair with your hand germs." Okay I never really said that out loud but I did think that in my head.
There are the considerate people who start conversations with me first, slowly ease their way into the topic about my hair and then ask me to touch my hair. Props to those people because it took me a while to figure out their clever plan. Then there are the bold people who just straight up ask me if they can touch my hair. I'm pretty sure I said yes to everyone because if you have the courage to ask a random stranger, me, to touch my hair then you deserve the privilege even though you might have sweaty hand germs.
I'm pretty sure my hair is what makes me the cool person I'm am today (just kidding) and I'm pretty sure my friends enjoy my hair because they touch it on a daily basis. Good thing I don't really mind their sweaty hand germs. Hehe.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Summerrrr
This summer was all about injuring myself.
I fell out of a car, I somersaulted into my fireplace, I fell down a hill with my golf clubs on my back, just to name a few.
My latest injury I acquired was when I kick a rocking chair. I was practicing side kicks in my living room and was smart to practice by the rocking chair. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor with a swollen foot. Definitely not my smartest move. The best part was I had a golf tournament the next day.
What is wrong with me?
I fell out of a car, I somersaulted into my fireplace, I fell down a hill with my golf clubs on my back, just to name a few.
My latest injury I acquired was when I kick a rocking chair. I was practicing side kicks in my living room and was smart to practice by the rocking chair. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor with a swollen foot. Definitely not my smartest move. The best part was I had a golf tournament the next day.
What is wrong with me?
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Shocked by wood
One time I got shocked by wood. I never thought it was possible until it actually happened.
Last year during my psychology class I was being unproductive with my time so I entertained myself by sliding around in my desk because it was fun at the time. I think we were suppose to read quietly while my professor handed back tests but not me.
So while I was sliding around in my seating for about five minutes, my professor called me up to get my test. As I walked back, I touched my desk and it shocked me. My reaction was like a mixture of hurt and shock. I think yelled Ow-whoa out loud and of course the whole class looked at me.
Later on that week, when I went Psych again and I was scared to sit because I thought was going to get shocked again. So I poured water all over my desk and touched it. Don't ask me why I did that because I forgot water and electricity go together. I was just being really dumb at the moment. When my professor gave me the look I ran to the bathroom to get towels and wipe off the water.
Luckily, I haven't been shocked by wood again since but unfortunately I think I gave some of the kids in my class the impression that I'm a weirdo now.
Last year during my psychology class I was being unproductive with my time so I entertained myself by sliding around in my desk because it was fun at the time. I think we were suppose to read quietly while my professor handed back tests but not me.
So while I was sliding around in my seating for about five minutes, my professor called me up to get my test. As I walked back, I touched my desk and it shocked me. My reaction was like a mixture of hurt and shock. I think yelled Ow-whoa out loud and of course the whole class looked at me.
Later on that week, when I went Psych again and I was scared to sit because I thought was going to get shocked again. So I poured water all over my desk and touched it. Don't ask me why I did that because I forgot water and electricity go together. I was just being really dumb at the moment. When my professor gave me the look I ran to the bathroom to get towels and wipe off the water.
Luckily, I haven't been shocked by wood again since but unfortunately I think I gave some of the kids in my class the impression that I'm a weirdo now.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)