So I walk into the room where a few ladies where gathered doing and talking lady stuff. Specifically, makeup; more specifically, brow makeup. Proud of the work she was doing, she asked what I thought. I didn’t fancy the style of it so I said so, in many words. We were free like that and it wasn’t condemning in any way (I’d like to think). She loved her creation, her ‘model’ wanted it; they continued. Our talk tapered off.
Things happen. Time passes. Scene changes, slightly.
Not long later, in the same room, on my own, on one side, swiping, typing, and tapping. A new model who just got her brows made up, stood up proudly and asked what I thought. O my! This time, for whatever reason, I got tongue tied. She stood there looking at me waiting for some affirmation, I thought. I was like, ‘how am I going to say this.’ So I asked someone else who was there when I made the comment about what you might call ‘squared-edge brows’: should I say anything? She then turned to my inquiring friend and told her plainly that she didn’t really want to hear what I thought. That ended the awkwardness that was building. God bless her.
There are teenagers that keep things going smoothly when adults temporarily freeze. Thank you so much. And should I simply have said that it looked okay?
Anyway, the plain word doesn’t always seem to need be said plainly or explicitly.
Wahala, in one view, is a cross between trouble and problem.