Have you ever compared successfully painting your nails to brain surgery? Some people feel that comparison is insulting to those who practice that profession, but every girl knows the struggle. Now of course I 100% agree that performing brain surgery requires high intelligence and that it is nothing to take easy but that is not the point of my story.
Painting your nails seems to be one of the easiest things to do, which is why 99% of the time you won’t get it right the first time. It is like when you choose not to study for an exam because you know it will be a piece of cake, except it’s not, and you only get like 5 right.
For those of you who are right handed you will paint the most beautiful nails you have ever seen on your left nails. Each time the color glides perfectly from the top of your nail to the end. The skin around your nail doesn’t even know that it was at risk of being painted on. You then wait a couple of minutes and might even fan your hands out before the real work begins. You take a deep breath… in … out. You might even give yourself a little pep talk. You grab that nail polish brush slowly and as steadily as you can, you put the brush on your nail. Although you may have done this dozens of times you don’t dare put the brush too close to your cuticle right away in case of messing up. Inevitably you twitch, but decide not to panic since it is just one nail. Four more nails down and they look like your 2-year-old sister’s coloring book.
You take another deep breath and tell yourself you can fix this. You grab a cotton swab with nail polish removal and remove the nails polish you seemed to have spilled on your hand. “Ok, much better,” you tell yourself. You fan your hands long enough to get your work out of the day and blow on them long enough that you feel you have ran a mile. Taking extra precaution you sit down to watch the rest of your movie. You decide to check your phone and go on Facebook thinking your nails should be fine. After scrolling through Facebook for a couple of minutes you decide to go back to your movie only to realize your whole right hand seems to have gone through some sort of fight. You check your beautiful left hand to only find out it is equally as ruined. You try to wrap your head around it and try to understand, especially since you never moved the left hand off of your knee.
You then realize you could never be a brain surgeon and decide that painting your nails is just not for you, until next time.
