Sunday Random Thoughts
Today I’m strangely obsessed with my hair. I think it’s because it looked so perfect today that I just can’t get over it. I am one of those ‚I have no control over my hair‘ people which isn’t usually so bad because the worst that can happen is that my hair looks boring instead of great, but sometimes I wish I knew the trick some people seem to know and just be able to do something different with my hair every day.
And yes, I watch too much TV and somehow I still believe that those people in my TV did whatever they did by themselves and not had it done by some hair stylist each and every morning. So, why can’t I?
Maybe that was also the reason that today I stood marvelling at that specially for brunette shampoo which I absolutely need to own, but (what did I expect?) costs 8 Euro a bottle. Yeah, right. But the commercials are so great…
And yes, I firmly believe in commercials. I also believe that you should reward good commercials and punish bad ones. That’s why stopped buying that one yoghurt I really liked because I just couldn’t go on buying a product when they hired (meaning: paid) some celebrity I hated to appear in the commercials. I haven’t bought anything I knew I wouldn’t like just because the commercial was great yet, but I thought about it and I just might do it someday. I decided that if I can be manipulated by the media I’d just as well surrender voluntarily. My understanding of dignity in a really strange world.
Which reminds me of the vegetarian thing I was wondering about for some time. See, we were at this ‚Reformhaus‘ several times (sue me, but I don’t know the English word for that and I am too tired to look it up) and they had all this vegetarian food that was pretty much meat-substitude. The thing that bugs me is that it says so. The actual slogan on the box was ‚Just like meat‘.
Now, I have never been a vegetarian and I think I would make a really bad one, but what I don’t get about this is the following: If I decide to live without meat for reasons of health and/or respect for animals (I like the second reason a lot better and must honestly say that it is the only reason that makes sense to me, despite allergies)… so if I decide that I want to do without, why would I want to eat something that isn’t meat but tastes just like it. Isn’t that just a little but hypocritical?
Maybe I’m too cruel on vegetarians, but isn’t the idea (or at least part of it) the act of foregoing, and doesn’t eating some fake meat somehow contradict that idea?*
And now for something completely different, the fun fact of the day.
I noticed that I can wear pink. I look great in pink. Isn’t that just awesomely scary?
It’s also strange that it took me 24 years to discover that pink is one of the colors I look really good in, but then again I mixed red, pink and purple clothes when I was like five. In other words: I wasn’t (and am still not) exactly a fashion expert.
I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that I’m a halfway snowwhite type. Halfway, because my hair is not black, but brown and my skin is not white-palish but more rosy-palish (and sometimes you-look-sick-palish), but all in all I’m close. So I already know that I red and black looks good on me and now I notice pink is great as well.
Which basically means that I’ve been wearing all the wrong colors for the last 24 years and need to clean out my wardrobe and get new clothes.
Out goes the money. Well, it always does, so that’s not really news.
Now, that I’ve emptied my brain I’ll make it a clear cut and just go to bed.
Good night. Me, I’ll have one.
*Please notice that I am in awe of people that can truly live vegetarian, because I could never be so disciplined and I adore that. But as far as I know the vegetarians I know don’t buy fake meat products. Tofu, maybe, but no fake ‚tastes-just-like‘ meat.