This is your brain after a 2.5-hour commute.
Ah, the punditry that happens when you’re confined to a small space with yourself. The problem is, I don’t even remember any of it. 😉
But I was thinking about how much effort I expended to get ready to go out Saturday night. I mean, I do a LOT of crap — not just then, really, but every day.
The amount of personal-care products used within a half-hour? Mind-boggling:
And that’s enough of the products. That doesn’t include grabbing scissors and hacking off an inch worth of split ends, plucking eyebrows, trying on four outfits, running around the house with one shoe because the other cannot be found, etc.
Don’t get me wrong — I love every minute of it and I’ve just described a typical morning routine in general. It would be nice, though, if when you go through all the effort, it would be met with a similar standard of excellence. It’s amazing how, when it’s time to impress, so many people think they can skip that valuable step.
Of course, like I figured, it’s better than getting to know someone and then they turn out to be a dud after you’ve invested even more energy — might as well figure it out up-front and conserve your energy for the classy people and events that you deserve.
On iTunes: Britney Spears, “Don’t Let Me Be the Last to Know”
