Mascara

OH. MY. GOD. I know I'm being stupidly over dramatic, but why is it so frigging hard to choose a mascara?

'Pah', some of you might say. 'What exactly are your difficulties'?, the other, more concerned and sympathetic are thinking. Well, after this afternoon's events, I've pinned them down to the following:

I feel an intense pressure to make a clever purchasing decision because of my inadequately stumpy half Asian eyelashes

I am indecisive while shopping when hungry

I was shopping in Boots* and under it's evil spell

Seriously, as someone who actually writes this crap for a living, you'd think that I'd be immune to any volume boosting claims. Sadly no. When I'm faced with 6 brands, all having about 4 different varieties of volume and lash intensiveness, I freak out. I examine their claims, I look at brush width and material and lastly, I look at the pictures. I ended up picking about three and then changing my mind. Do I want to intensify my lashes by 200%, hell yes! Do I want curl motion technology? Damn skippy I do. I ended up picking one and congratulating myself on my reasonably quick decision and then went on to pick up a foot scraper I didn't know I needed. See? Evil Boots. On my way to the check out I walked past a near empty mascara display. 'God, those must be popular' I thought. 'I don't remember seeing this magical Max Factor variety that gives you false-like lashes'. My mind skipped back to the last time I wore fake eyelashes, when each blink was a fan forced woosh over my face. Bliss for the stumpy lashed girl.

So I quickly shoved the other one under the shelf and went for the chosen one.

I'm so gullible.


*Boots is a pharmacy here that exerts some kind of power on weak people who go in there to buy one thing and come out with three new nail polish colours and a lip gloss they didn't know they needed.