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His eyes looked at mine (obviously reading my glasses), and he immediately looked back down at the papers he was working on when I walked in. The wind was gone out of my sails, then he stated he was ignoring me. Kudos to him for being ultra mature yet kind enough not to care. At least HE knows I’m somewhat crazy.

Well, this morning, I must admit, I was rather bored at work. I had a sharpie (fine point marker) and time to kill. What did I do? I painted my fingernails black. All of them. Then it was time to make my rounds. First I hit the crew around me, they are street with thuggish tendencies. They looked at it, kinda shook their head, laughed, and within 2 minutes were finally able to come up with some remark about me being gay.

Next it was time to hit the girls who work near me. There are only two of them and they seem to be best friends, so finding them together was no problem. Just as expected. They loved it. I vaguely remember one of them saying they tried to get one of their men to do it. I would fear these women in the bed. Men think really hard about why I say this.

Next it was off to find my supervisor. Not the man I call my boss (he’s actually the manager) but rather a lady who gets along decently with me. She simply shook her head and said she would pray at church for me. She would try to get the demon out of me. I guess to her black nails are a sign of the occult.

Next it was off to find our resident redneck/ mountain man. Surely he would have something to completely rip my sides open with laughter. Nope nothing. It did not even phase him. While I find this amusing it saddened me to not get some awesome southern reaction. (Southern Drawl: “That boy right thur ain’t righ’t!) But in all, he won coolness points for being the only to see it and continue on with no comment, simply accepting it.

Throughout the day I touched the nails up and listened to peoples reactions, mainly whys? A few people ribbed me about being gay, whatever. One quick note, all but one of the people who called me gay are unmarried single men, I’m thinking they should maybe try painting their fingers since I have a woman and she don’t care one bit about fingernail color.

I was also surprised with the amount of people of people who relate it to satanism. Whatever. I would hope to god that personal wardrobe and aesthetics won’t be the deciding factor between heaven and hell. I was in fact saddened by the fact that not one person made an emo reference unless I made it first. When I painted them, I just knew this would be the number one response. I guess public reaction is hard to gauge.