Nutphant Comics

This is how most mornings used to feel like to me. And often still do. Going back to sleep away from reality is so nice. I love sleeping.

I was working as a janitor. It was my summer job while school was out. We had these ID holders around our necks. My senior janitor was on her summer break and I was cleaning the place all by myself. One day on my coffee break I noticed there was a bump behind the ID holder. I immediately became suspicious. It was obviously a hidden spying device. My boss was spying on me. He was looking at a map of the place I was working at and keeping an eye on me. There was a red dot where I was located on the map and it wasn't moving because I was on my break. I got myself a screwdriver and tried to pry the ID holder open to get rid of the device. But it didn't work. I got myself a hammer and was about to smash it into pieces but then I realized my boss would find out I knew. I would be in big trouble. He would try to hurt me. So I quit my break and went back to work quickly. I was really anxious about him finding out I was on a break and not working (though it was really my break time). ...

I know it's been a while. I started school months ago and then BAM. Everything fell apart. I couldn't keep doing my comics. My depression returned really, really bad. I was suicidal everyday and was crying everyday. Anyways... I got my hair cut. The other hairdressers were really impressed at my makeover. My old hair was sooooo dry and yellowish and bad. My new hair felt so silky and awesome. The hairdressers told me to spin so they could see what my hair looked like from all angles. Then I quickly paid it and ran off. I was really anxious about all the attention I was getting. I was really relieved my stuff hadn't been stolen. Never again stepping into that hairdresser place hahaha.

I was at the hairdresser. It was time to wash my hair after dyeing it. The hairdresser started to massage my head and I started to panic. I felt really vulnerable and strange. It was just awful. I was sure she was doing it to make me pay extra for the job or that maybe she was flirting with me. I had no experience with hairdressers so how could I know. It made me really anxious. I feel sick just thinking about it.

I hadn't been to a hairdresser in about 10 years. And I had visited one maybe two times before as a kid and a teen. I have always been very poor so I cut my hair myself. Or when I was a little kid my mother cut it for me (oh the horror). But a few months ago I decided to go to to the hairdresser. I was very nervous when I went and got the appointment time for me. The hairdresser was at a shopping mall. I had walked past it so so many times in my time here where I live. But this time I walked in. I think I did pretty good but I feel as if the hairdresser who scheduled me an appointment (which was later that day) was staring at me strangely. I felt like I was too ugly to visit a hairdresser or my hair was in so bad condition she had to stare at me. Or maybe I was so bad at my social skills. Still, she stared at me. I felt super awkward. I asked the the price too. 120€ which is around 145 us$. Later that day I went back to the hairdresser. They told me to leave my stuff on a coat ...