One of my coworker's hair is so black I think he might be using a shoe polish for his tupe. The thing sits weird on the top of his head, making it hard not to stare.
When I was in high school I would pull my hair, a nervous tick that left a small bald spot on the top of my head. The hair has grown since then, but I sometimes feel the urge to pull on it. I also bite my nails, crack my knuckles, and chain smoke – a collection of lovely neurotic habits, I get rid off once in a while only to re-develop during times of freaking out (such as exams, driving tests, trying not to tell my boss what a natural dumb ass he is, taking off and landing planes, traffic jams when running late, annoyingly slow street vendors when starving, cab drivers who have no clue how to get there). I just sit there and chew a nail till I feel the pain, and then I chew some more to make sure I can really feel it. My parents would yell at me about it but that didn't make any difference.
One time I decided to grow my nails. It was good for peeling off price stickers and opening soda cans, however, dirt kept getting under it.
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