within seven days: week no. 13

My olive green/brown gel manicure.  I am like a professional adult in the beauty industry, right?

My olive green/brown gel manicure. I am like a professional adult in the beauty industry, right?

This week, I scheduled and received a gel manicure all by myself.  I received my very first manicure ever at about age 24.  I have only had about two or three in my life, and I have never gone alone, or made the appointments.   Getting a manicure shouldn’t fill me with anxiety, but it totally does.  I chose a local salon that had been recommended to me. However, from the moment I walked in, I felt more like an annoyance than anything.  I wasn’t sure what to expect since it had been so long since I had a manicure, and I fear making small talk with strangers.  In addition to those irrational fears and discomforts, the clientele was all white females, and the employees were all predominately Asian men.  I have no issue with humans of different races, although, I am exceedingly uncomfortable in taking part in any service where the staff and the customers all consist of two distinct ethnicities.  Is that a form of racism, that it makes me uncomfortable?  I don’t think so, but I have no idea.  Racism can be tricky like that.

Anyway, after that random thought tangent into the potential racism in daily activities–in the end I was very happy with my nails, the man did well, and did seem a bit friendlier by the end of my service.  I’m not sure if I would go back, or recommend that place to a friend.  Perhaps, I would have felt far more at ease had I gone with a friend?  I don’t know.  But I do know, I did something out of my comfort zone this week, and have fun nails to show for it.