Tomorrow I have to attend my friend’s marriage, and until I realized an extra hair growth below on my eyebrow, I was all excited to go, meet my old friends and show off my new RITU KUMAR’s collection and designer jewelry. That moment proved the turning point of my uplifted mood and pushed me in the whirlpool of thoughts like how to get rid of that poor little hair which is intentionally trying to mess up with my appearance. That thin streak seemed like a sharp sword with a plan to cut on my hard work to look bright and beautiful. (Excuse my hyper-obsession ;P)
That extra hair growth has changed my complete weekend plan. To remove it has become my top most priority. All the things I planned for my lazy Saturday went through a rigorous revision and reprioritization. And, the funny part is that the whole mental drama is happening for an event where the 99% of the folks I will be meeting are unrelated or may be seeing them for the first and last time in my life. Is so much fuss worth? But isn’t it how most of us waste or I should say spend our lives in small-small things which do not even hold any values in a bigger picture.
My intellectual side suggested me to ignore these self-obsessed thoughts, while the “normal” me asked me to chop it as ultimately it’s the looks which make the first impression and to an extent affect the degree of our presence in any social gathering. In fact, as per a research result, facial appearance plays a preeminent role in social outcomes. It leads to the first impression and advantages over the other average lookers.
I assume the majority of the world population falls into the latter category and get overcast by the impulsive thought of possible people’s assumptions about oneself based on their looks. The world is moving very fast, and in a hurry to assume and announce their decisions, this may not be applicable at an individual level, but overall this phenomenon has created a fear of lagging behind the race and hence developed an unrest to jump to the conclusion as soon as possible. And, to an extent, this psychological pressure helps beauty and fairness products to do billion dollar business. Today, this has become like a chicken and egg situation where we are hurtling between which weighs more: looks or performance.
Finally, in between these oscillatory thoughts, I decided the fate of my disturbing hair growth and that was to carry it to the party. Hold on! It was not because I am all that highly rebellious, questioning the dubious society standards type of girl but because there were other commitments which seeped in-between!