Needful Thing

It's been almost a year since I left the place where I used to work. Looking at my pictures from last year, I would say that I look like a very different person now. And it's not just because I've gained some weight. Ever since some friends decided to give me a "makeover", just for the heck of it... I've become more conscious of the way I looked. Whereas before I didn't really care about what I wore, whether this or that piece of wardrobe looked good with that... whereas before I never felt the need to tinker with my conservative hairstyle and general appearance...

It all started with form fitting shirts.

then jeans that were no longer oversized.

I practically changed my whole wardrobe by first getting rid of all those stripes and XL sized clothes.

Then I bought new shoes.

I started browsing fashion websites that were catered to men.

I grew my hair longer.

And when it was long enough, I started getting my haircuts at a salon.

And now, this---

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and no, that's not some futuristic laser gun, nor is it one of the latest models of air guns that would give anyone the advantage when playing war games.

It was really embarrassing when I tried to purchase that thing. The salesperson kept asking if it was for my girlfriend, my mother, or my wife. Just to shut him up I just said it's for my sister. He was explaining how this and that was different from the other, but his attempts at explaining the special features sounded Greek to me... so I just picked the least girly looking model that I could afford. For some reason, I felt that i just HAD TO buy a hairdryer. When I went to a spa earlier this week, there was one in the dressing room so I tried it just for the heck of it... and my hair DID look better when I used the hair dryer. I really liked its effect. REALLY REALLY REALLY LIKED IT. It was as if I was in some sort of trance, as if I had a brief episode of psychosis, that I thought that it was such a necessity, that I had to rush out and buy one the very next day. Crap! What the f*ck has gotten into me! Christ, I'm becoming----

MY BROTHER!

(yeah, the word metrosexual would probably be also fitting, but I refuse to refer to myself as that)

At least I haven't reached THAT level of vanity (or should I say insanity)... yet. I don't have a gazillion facial products on my dresser... nor do I feel the need to choose the right bath products that would be most appropriate for my skin type... and I doubt if i would ever feel the need to go to a salon every month just to THREAD my eyebrows (no wonder his eyebrows look so... artificial. LOL). I would never, ever feel the need to do that. The moment I feel the urge to do those things--- ESPECIALLY the last one... I might as well schedule an appointment with the friendly neighborhood psychiatrist.