I painted my nails black. Decided to have some fun and do a photo booth montage of different personalities. I was bored (just kidding I was really supposed to be studying renal). New high or new low?
Hipster
Judgmental
Scene
College dude w/goatee
Hitler
Death
Cantinflas (<---- here's a link if you don't know who Cantinflas is)
I caught your smell today. It made my mind race, back to the memories in high school. Back when we'd lay in bed and all we could smell was each other. I'm in love with that smell. The pleasures came over me like a wave, but they left just as quickly. I could drown in that smell.
I watched an episode of Nip/Tuck where one of the main character's daughter has a problem called trichotillomania, which led to trichophagia. When the doctor on the show explained what trichotillomania was, I thought back to seventh grade.
I used to do that. And I had no idea it had a name. I didn't think anyone else did that. My mom found a bald spot on my head once, and she and my dad questioned me endlessly about it. I was so embarrassed and I just kept repeating no to all their questions: Is someone pulling out your hair? Are you tying your hair and then pulling it? Is this your idea?
Then my cousins found my bald spot. And I can't remember what I told them, but they didn't question me much about it. I didn't want this embarrassing tic of mine to get any more attention so I had to consciously work on not pulling out my hair. The problem was I would do it without even realizing it, when I was reading or watching tv. It felt good and calming to feel each individual strand of hair for a minute or so and then just pull it out.
I kept pulling till high school, just not as much to produce a bald spot. I don't really pull anymore, but I still feel each individual strand of hair when I read.
Wow. This whole discovery is nuts. I'm glad I can finally put a name on it. And that it's not just me.
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