So by now I've figured out conflict is unavoidable in life. I think people desperately try to avoid it at all cost. Like I rode the train to work the other day without anyone pointing out I had something on my face. Earlier, I tried being glamorous. Put on false eyelashes but glue got in my eyes making them burn and turn red. When done, one lash pointed north east, the other south west - thumb and forefinger were stuck together. I pried my fingers apart, and flung the lashes across the room in frustration. I looked hideous. A weed smoking monster. Not my idea of beauty. Sorry.
On the train, people looked curious, then frightened before turning away. At work, the bathroom mirror revealed the culprit - a stowaway. One eyelash clung to my glasses, on top of my frames. An ugly black caterpillar refusing to be discarded.
I looked deranged, as if I had head punted off, half of Bert's unibrow during a fight on Sesame Street. So everyone noticed. All I wanted was glamour. I shook my head. How many times did I delicately pick flint off a stranger's collar? Or discreetly offer a tissue? And even breath mints? But I ride the subway from one borough to the next and no one even points at unruly fur lining my glasses. There is a moral here. Don't be afraid of conflict when it means doing the right thing. If you see people with fake lashes stuck to odd places on their body, help them. Because Jesus would've done it cause God likes that. He loves people even when they are having a bad morning. You could say something like, "Excuse me, did you know there is hair sticking on your blank?" Replace blank with whatever body part sneaky falsies may latch onto. If the person yells at you and charges, then... run!
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