Nose Hair

I pluck them. A lot of people tell me it’s gross or bad for me and I know what you’re thinking… you actually tell a lot of people you pluck your nose hairs? Why not? I pretty much say crap regardless of whether people want to hear it or not… even if it makes people think less of me (see this post for proof).

Speaking of saying crap no one wants to hear… I didn’t always pluck my nose hairs. I didn’t need to. I didn’t have them. Well, I guess I had them, they just weren’t long enough to need plucking. Damn the aging process…

Over the years, my nose hair extraction has become more and more common, plucking multiple times throughout the day. As such, I’ve found myself paying close attention to the hairs produced by my olfactory (do you think that’s a clean burning factory? Green power? Mucous is green… you put the two together).

What I’ve noticed is those little fuckers can get long, much longer than I would expect a nose hair to get. Once I snagged a hair nearly an inch long, no lie. It felt like it was being plucked straight from a follicle in my brain… felt kind of nice really.

As we all know (ladies), length is just part of the equation. Look at today’s hair for instance.

I know it’s hard to make out, even in macro mode, but the bottom half of the hair is brown yet the top half is white. How does this happen? Did the follicle get the color code wrong and fix it half way through the process? It seems as if my olfactory has some shotty workmanship going on. I blame the hours and lousy pay.

Anyways, this is all I have to think about or do while I’m unemployed. Expect the posts to get increasingly stranger and even more pointless.

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