"Fuck it. I'll deal with it later," I said to myself.
I was in a rush to be out the door and at school before noon. As I got to my car, I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of my window. My hair was parted goofy. It was not the way I left it just a few minutes ago.
I should have worn a hat.
Driving to the coffee shop didn't help my indecision either. In my rear-view mirror I could see a few rogue hairs standing straight up. How did they get there? I didn't leave it like that, did I? At a stop light I inspected my hair further like some 16 year old diva queen. The hair situation had quickly deteriorated. I didn't do this! I most certainly had not left one side flat and another side bristling like a mutant pineapple.
I should have worn a hat.
By the time I left my usual coffee stop, the rain had come pouring in. No big deal, right? It wasn't a big deal until I had to park unreasonably far away at school. The rain was cold on my freshly cut hair. My scalp was more exposed than I've been used to in recent weeks.
I definitely should have worn a hat.
Luckily I was wearing a hoodie and was able to pull the hood over my head. Problem solved. No big deal. As I walked towards the main building I noticed some guy playing his music very loud from a stereo built into his backpack. This isn't 1984, jackass. We now live in a world where nice headphones are a coveted item. Headphones killed the boombox and buried them deep into the Earth's hot magma core in hopes they would never resurrect again. What a great inconvenience it is for everyone to have to listen to your objectively shitty taste in music. It's bad enough we have to hear it aloud in people's cars, but now we are bringing it back just so...........
A large raindrop fell on my forehead breaking my train of thought. The rain was coming down harder and nearly horizontal with the wind. Now my face I was getting soaked and there as nothing I could do about it.
I definitely should have fucking worn a hat.
This would have never happened if the bill of my hat was there to protect my fragile face. Wait. I'm not going to be negative about this. Just move on. I went to the restroom once I made it to the library so I could make room for more coffee and study-enhancing junk foods. As I washed my hands I looked up in the mirror only to discover my hair was now completely flat. Much flatter in the back where my hood was resting. It looks like I just woke up with exceptionally greasy hair and decided that was good enough to go out in public. It's not enough that I dress like Wal-Mart's poster boy for cheap plain clothes. But now I look the part of a Wal-Mart customer that came from the bowels of the nearest trailer park. The only thing missing at this point is barbecue stains on my clothes and a thick cigarette cologne.
I really definitely should have worn that fucking hat.
As I sit here putting the finishing touches on this post, I realize how soaked my thin hoodie was for this sort of weather.
I should have worn a thicker jacket.
