Thursday Thoughts- Black Nail Polish

My father hates it when I apply black nail polish, he says it looks as if I have dirty fingernails.

The idea of black nail polish started when I was really young and going through my goth phase, but at the time I wasn't allowed to apply nail polish to begin with. And so, my dreams of black nail polish weren't realized. I guess ever since black nail polish was the forbidden, something to attain and being the commitment-phobic that I am, I love the GAME more than the end goal. So, black nail polish will always remain in my mind as a challenge. Every time I apply it, it makes me elated because I was smarter than the challenge. On the other hand, it's very nifty and I think it looks better than light-colored nail polishes.

It also reminds me of witches. When I was a child I was almost certain that I was going to practice magic, good magic, when I was older(just as soon as I was allowed). I was fascinated with the challenges of facing evil, also tiding up the room without effort, maybe elevating and all the cool things that I would be able to do, and also the prospect of owning a black cat that can talk. Magic for me was a sure thing, just like the existence of mermaids. I was convinced I would be the one to prove the existence of mermaids and that they would take me to their under-water world and that I'd become one of them. I loved mermaids because they were able to breathe underwater, the only thing missing from my witch-act.