I am on the verge of quarter-life crisis, or so I think. I generally got bored of every existing thing in life and decided to put a few things together. So, for the first time, I got my hair ironed. When I went to office, a few good people complimented me on the model-like look. That, however, wasn't enough to satisfy me forever. And the next thing I did was go to Yash for a hair cut. He did a very satisfying job with my mop. Washed my hair, used lavish serum, cut my hair, blow dried it, asked my opinion, cut it again, sold me a good hydrating shampoo, almost sold me a straightening iron, etc.. all for a very good price. Places like Limelite have robbed me during the daytime delivering an unsatisfactory performance (I know that's a bit weird). So I was happy!
Then comes the icing. Ironed my hair again for cousin's engagement. Fishing for compliments, you may conclude obviously. But, this time it backfired. I was all happy with good people complimenting me and then a "uncle.J" had to comment on the mass I gained in the recent past. And then he found "aunt. super J" to support him in his accusation of my recent weight gain. I looked on open-mouthed for an hour before I could use the "i-touch winning walk" as my defense. But nevertheless, bad people manage to trigger quarter-life crisis even as my attempts almost suppress it out. A**holes!