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ivybgreenflower) wrote2011-11-14 02:37 am
ivybgreenflower) wrote2011-11-14 02:37 am
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hair
so I was waiting for sims to load, right, so I could create some sims so I could then save and exit and fix their character files, right
so I brushed my hair, a favorite past time, and while I was watching the light bounce off in that way that my hair does that is perfect, I found a hair that was very much not mine sitting serenely with the rest of them. I thought maybe one of my mother's blonde hairs had found its way onto my head, because she sheds and I find blonde hairs all over the place, so one getting caught in my hair brush is not unusual. I tugged at it. To my horror, I felt a pain in the back of my head. I pulled again. Still the same result: this hair that could not possibly be mine was growing out the back of my own head. It was shorter than its sisters, and much more wiry, going off on its own to have little hair adventures. It was just sitting there like some little hair changeling, like it's clearly not mine but it's sitting here pretending it is.
Also, it's white. I have a white hair that is growing out of my own scalp. I ran to my mother. "I HAVE A GRAY HAIR."
Paragon of sympathy that she is, she laughed. I showed her and she assured me that it's just a hair without pigment, which totes happens sometimes and is not in any way a gray hair or a sign of my own swiftly approaching elderhood.
I mean, it probably isn't a gray hair so much as a hair that just got its wires crossed when it was trying to remember what color it's supposed to be (starting out shiny almost black and then as it grows, a deep rich melted chocolate color highlighted perfectly), but STILL. I have a white hair! ME! I am so ashamed right now I don't even know what to do with myself. I don't know if I want to live in a world where every single hair on my head is not perfect tbh.
(if you're taking this entry super srsly you need to reconsider our friendship)
-2:36 AM
so I brushed my hair, a favorite past time, and while I was watching the light bounce off in that way that my hair does that is perfect, I found a hair that was very much not mine sitting serenely with the rest of them. I thought maybe one of my mother's blonde hairs had found its way onto my head, because she sheds and I find blonde hairs all over the place, so one getting caught in my hair brush is not unusual. I tugged at it. To my horror, I felt a pain in the back of my head. I pulled again. Still the same result: this hair that could not possibly be mine was growing out the back of my own head. It was shorter than its sisters, and much more wiry, going off on its own to have little hair adventures. It was just sitting there like some little hair changeling, like it's clearly not mine but it's sitting here pretending it is.
Also, it's white. I have a white hair that is growing out of my own scalp. I ran to my mother. "I HAVE A GRAY HAIR."
Paragon of sympathy that she is, she laughed. I showed her and she assured me that it's just a hair without pigment, which totes happens sometimes and is not in any way a gray hair or a sign of my own swiftly approaching elderhood.
I mean, it probably isn't a gray hair so much as a hair that just got its wires crossed when it was trying to remember what color it's supposed to be (starting out shiny almost black and then as it grows, a deep rich melted chocolate color highlighted perfectly), but STILL. I have a white hair! ME! I am so ashamed right now I don't even know what to do with myself. I don't know if I want to live in a world where every single hair on my head is not perfect tbh.
(if you're taking this entry super srsly you need to reconsider our friendship)
-2:36 AM
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