I can no longer tell the difference between fashion, insanity, or lycanthropy
So here is a weird thing about growing older: at some point you completely lose track of what is cool (including whether or not using the word ‘cool’ is still cool), and you see things and think ‘that person is crazy’ because you don’t know that the person is in fact quite fashionable.
But sometimes the person is in fact crazy.
But you aren’t sure you can spot the difference between the two.
So in the I’m pretty sure this was freakish and not trendy catagory, I was at the yoga studio and while on the ground in a complicated maneuver that I could barely do, and just don’t have the words to describe, I saw that the woman to my right (doing the same complicated thing, which left her on the ground looking to the right, with her left hand grabbing her right foot and attempting to pull it to her head, among other crazy contortions) and I saw her nails.
It was sort of a french manicure – you know where the base of the nail is pink, and the tips are painted white? Except hers was different, with the normal pink at the base, but instead of the white it was red tips. Long, blood-red tips. It really looked as though she had mauled someone on the way to the yoga studio, and then forgotten to clean under her nails. Or that she was part werewolf, and had her claws extended. (And had forgotten to lick her claws clean after gutting someone on the way to yoga…)
To summarize: I’m getting older, and in unrelated news, there are werewolves among us. Who apparently understand the importance of remaining flexible.