I can't stand to have my hair in my eyes, or getting into or on my ears. After my mom died, my sister and I went through her stuff, and I found a pair of hair scissors. My sister didn't want them, but I did, so I kept them. Money was tight for me, so I figured I could do self trims for a while, until I could afford a full cut. Now, once or twice a year my step mom gives me a full cut, and I do trims in between. I am able to get that pesky hair out of my eyes and ears without having to wait for a full cut from my step mom thanks to those hair scissors I inherited from my mom. I am not a really good cutter, but can manage the front and sides okay, so I don't have to go crazy from the hair any more.
Unfortunately, when any of my hair molts, my skin thinks it is public enemy #1, so if it falls down inside my clothes, I get really itchy, and then I have to find some way of being somewhere where I can take my top off to hunt for and remove my own molted hair.
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If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.
Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured, or far away.--Henry David Thoreau