social phobia/ hair/glasses/whinge was looks/personality -

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--- In HPFGU-OTChatter at y..., "catlady_de_los_angeles" <catlady at w...> 
wrote:
> Tabouli wrote:
> 
> > of a buxom tailor's assistant taking three inches out of a set of 
> > shoulder-straps and adding two darts to make a dress fit, telling 
> > Tabouli condescendingly 
>catlady said: 
> I might be happier with my clothes if I weren't too cheap (or too 
> phobic, see below) to take them to a professional for alterations. 


ditto! I wear jeans to work in a very unjeans friendly workplace 
because I can alter them myself. Anything else is beyond my skills.
> 

Catlady commented> 
> When I was... 23?... in 1980? ... I got my hair cut short. It 
didn't 
> look good on me (except once the beautician did something that made 
> it curl around the edges and I looked adorable until I slept on it) 
> but it was wonderfully cool and it dried instantly when I washed it 
> ... but I always procrastinated going back to the hair salon 
(because 
> of social phobia, see above) and one time I procrastinated so long 
> that my hair accidentaly grew back long, so I just let it be.

I have the (an) answer to your problem. I also have social phobia and 
loath/hate/fear the hair dressor. Such an icky eperiance being 
touched by a complete stranger, having to look in the endless bloody 
mirrors they always seem to have: I cut my own hair. It doesn't look 
super fantastic or anything but on the whole it looks fine. Getting 
it straight at the back can be annoying but the process takes less 
than 15 mins and can be done any time of the day or night. Doesn't 
cost much either. 

appropos glasses: I've been wearing mine for 25 years now. My eyes 
have actually corrected themselves and I don't *really* need them but 
I find it increadably stressful without them. In contrast my 
neighbour is so shortsighted she is nearly blind without her glasses 
but refuses to wear them for anything but reading. I think a lot has 
to do with the age you got them: I was 5, she didn't need them till 
she was 16. 

Whinge/Whine and generally feel sorry for myself note: I have bi-
polar and I've been on the edge of a depression for months now. I 
don't understand why as it's summer here. The depression/lack of 
feeling gets better, it gets worse, it never goes away. I HATE it. My 
drugs are not working and life just gets more and more overwhelming. 
On Saturday I went to Mardi Gras (Sydney's Gay and Lesbian Pride 
Parade) and usually it's such a great night, riding everybody else's 
high but nothing ... which just makes me feel more depressed. I'm 
behind at work and my house is filthy, the cats and dogs all need 
care. In reality my life is full of good things but I'm not enjoying 
them. I have to specifically point out to myself the positives and 
then I feel like Pollyanna, making the best of a bad situation 
(except things are not bad). It's very frustrating.

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