THE glue! 🤬

Glue is the strongest emotion ever. No one and nothing can extract as many emotions and diagnoses from a single eyelash curler as glue can.
At the beginning, everyone will of course recommend the glue they work with, noting that you will need an adjustment period.
My glue and I clicked at first. At first drop. I sit and do the classic and it works. I don't know about temperatures and humidity, it works and we are happy. We were so perfectly matched that I didn't decide to spice up our relationship with Russian volume..
I start working, but the glue doesn't work . The glue slips. The strand closes. I watch in despair as my fans close or fall apart. One, then another, then the tenth... What 's wrong with him now??
What are you going to do now but measure the temperature and humidity? It seems fine to you, but maybe it needs a lower temperature? Higher temperature?? Humidity?
For the next few days, you put dehumidifiers and humidifiers in the living room. You don't even think about turning the thermostat to the temperature that suits you, the temperature that supposedly suits the glue. But it doesn't.. You try all the advice you've been whining about to your experienced colleagues, but it still doesn't work. They comfort you and tell you to listen to the glue, it will tell you what it needs. You look at that glue and conclude that either you're stupid or your glue is dumb, but in any case, you can't go on like this.
In desperation, you order another glue of a different brand. It's not a desperation to others, but considering that your disorder of painting everything coincides with your OCD, you know that if you paint the material, the picture will be distorted because one of the labels on the bottle is "wrong".
The glue arrives and you figure out how it works. It sometimes teases you, but now you can regulate the heating as you wish. Maybe you'll even come to terms with the distorted images. You work, but are you really happy while that little bottle on the shelf is watching you? Of course not.
Now you're thinking about your ex-boyfriends and you're on the verge of discovering another disorder of yours.
You take that glue, because now it's obvious, it can't be that you don't want me, because you don't want me anymore, I want you more, and you go back to it. It torments you. You try. You beg it a little. You threaten it a little. You swear. Then you beg. And suddenly it works. Since you're already crazy from everything, you don't know anymore whether you got it by raising the temperature, lowering the humidity, that prayer or adjusting it, but it works. You bought another glue for nothing. And your pictures won't be disturbed and the world is back in balance.
You love him again. And at the same time you don't love him because you're now afraid he'll betray you again because somehow after all this you doubt that you can be adjusted in any way. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Xx

By Nina Marijan, lash artist