Nothing Beats This

“Nothing beats this.” I said.
“Nothing beats what?” he asked, puzzled.
“I did something extremely stupid today.” I said.
He sighed, as if to say, “as if you’ve done something isn’t.”
“Pray tell,” he said nevertheless.
I faced him squarely and removed my head band.
“I whacked my hair.” I groaned.
He smirked.
“Yes, you heard right. I took a pair of scissors, grabbed a handful of my hair and proceeded with the whacking.
I looked messier than ever.”
He nodded.
I sighed.
“The next thing I uttered after the whacking was, oh God! Grow! Grow! But nothing happened…”
He patted my hand, as if to sympathize.
“Then I started groaning, wake up! Wake up! Still nothing happened. Realization hit me, I am fully awake and what happened was as real as it can go.
I stared unbelievingly at the handful of hair and could not do anything…. “
I made a gesture with my hands, palms held up.
In unison, we both stared at my empty hands for a minute or so.
Silence.
“I rushed to the shower, combed my wet hair back, praying it would look the way it was, but no…” I gasped for air.
“I went to the office, hid myself and averted my face away from friends hoping they would not notice. But heck, the newly bangs were like banners announcing to the world another of my stupid act... aarggg… I’ve done so many stupid things in the past but gosh….. “
I hung my head.
“Nothing beats this,” I finished lamely.
He chuckled at my forlornness and said. “Nothing beats this.”
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