The Head Bath Betrayal
A Summer Tale of Sweat, Suffering, and Scalp Sabotage
Summer has a way of ruining things. Ice melts faster than your ambitions. Clothes stick to you like cling wrap. And worst of all? The infamous head bath betrayal.
We go in with hope. We emerge with regret.
Act 1: The Illusion of Freshness
It starts with good intentions. You step into the bathroom, ready to rid yourself of heat-induced misery. The water cascades down, cool and promising. The shampoo foams up like a tiny miracle. For once, you feel fresh, renewed, reborn.
You step out. There’s a fleeting moment where you believe—just for a second—that today will be different. That your hair will dry normally. That you will stay cool. That life won’t betray you.
Oh, how naive.
Act 2: The Immediate Backstab
Ten seconds. That’s all it takes. The moment your feet hit the tile, your scalp decides to revolt. Why does the sweat begin before you’ve even reached for the towel? Who programmed human bodies to function like overheated car engines?
And the AC? That so-called savior? A total fraud. It cools everything except your scalp. Your head remains its own personal sauna, entirely unaffected by modern technology.
Act 3: The Drying Dilemma
You think you can fix this? Think again.
Air drying? Your hair stays wet forever, stuck in a limbo between dampness and misery.
Hair dryer? Set it on cool mode? Pointless. Set it on hot mode? Congratulations, you’ve boiled your own brain.
Fan directly at the head? Sure, if you enjoy a half-dried, sticky mess that somehow feels even worse than wet hair.
Act 4: The Final Defeat
You give up. You sit there, hair half-dried, scalp sweating, dignity abandoned. You question existence itself. Was the head bath even worth it? Should we just accept summer sweat and stop trying? Why does everything feel warmer right after bathing?
By the time you leave the house, you look exactly the same as before your bath—except now, you have damp hair glued to your neck as proof of your suffering.
And yet, tomorrow, you’ll try again. Because hope is cruel, and summer is even crueler.

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