Kept my nails long for a while. Well, actually not that long, but Asna defined them as such and made a big fuss over it. For a few days last week, she was nagging and telling me to cut it. Here’s the first out of the few conversations we had on this issue:
“Your nails are long. You should cut it.”
“I’m lazy. Can you please cut it for me?”
“Cut it yourself. I don’t know how to cut nails.”
“Then how are your nails short?”
“I don’t cut it myself! Sometimes when I wake up from my sleep, they’re already short.”
The next day:
“Cikyong, when are you going to cut your nails? They’re still long.”
Over the weekend, I still hadn’t cut my nails. Asna noticed and was annoyed at my procrastination.
“You haven’t cut your nails?!”
“You lah. I told you to cut them for me and you didn’t.”
“How many times must I tell you!!! I don’t know how to cut nails!!!”
She lost her patience walked away, probably thinking what a hopeless adult I am.
Thinking that’s enough of trolling, I cut my nails super short.