Whiskers! - Tactical Ninja
May. 9th, 2013
09:45 am - Whiskers!
I have a chin hair.
arseholes some people on the internet who would use this as evidence that at 43, I am clearly about to become a hideous old hag because that's what happens to women as they age. However, internet arseholes people, I have news for you.
I have had this hair since I was 17.
It grows from the dead centre of my chin. It's lustrous and black and I suspect that given a chance, it would be long and curly as well. But it never gets that chance, because well - it's a chin hair. I'm not in favour of facial hair on men, and I'm even less in favour of facial hair on me. Even one. 'Sides, if I let it get long enough, it'd get caught up in things and that'd end up nowhere good. I've heard those stories.
The offending hair:
also a NZ 10c piece, because you all know how big one of those is
So I've been plucking this damned chin hair since I was 17. Used to be it was agonisingly eye-watering and involved a pair of tweezers. Nowadays I can pinch it between my fingernails and it slides out pain free. But determinedly, it grows back. Every time. This is my 6-weekly ritual of hair-plucking, which I do every time it gets long enough for me to notice it.
I wonder if one day I'll get over needing to pull it out and let it grow. And if I do, how long would it get? Would people sponsor my chin-hair to cure cancer? I wonder..
.. or maybe by the time I'm 90 it'll have been joined by some others and I'll be sporting the glossy beard that so many 18-year-old hipsters are currently striving for. Hmm..
It's taking a bit of getting used to for me, this recent trend for young men to grow beards. Or, um.. to try to. *cough*
So anyway, I've decided to stick with the beginner handbalancing. It contained new information that will be useful, and it's a small class (3 of us) so plenty of contact time. Also, the others are both advanced beginners too, not raw beginners, so the level is probably about right. Win!
The Criminology guy turned out to be one of those folks who looks at you expectantly and says nothing, and I had this weird response to that by basically, well.. babbling. I did manage to extract the information I needed, but left feeling like a right wally and as if I never want to see that guy again. It's been ages since I did that. WTF?
Finally, I am succumbing to the Cute of the Kitties. They have stopped being little arseholes to each other and are now working on teamtagging us with cuteness. Thus, there were two cats in/on/under our bed last night. I suspect an evil plot.