Gather around, children, for it is time to tell the tale of the hair that grows on my nostril. “On your nostril you say? Surely you must mean in your nostril?” No I do not! Because I, my dear, have got a hair that grows on the outside of my left nostril. It is the purest white and can grow up to a centimeter long. Now, this is peculiar for two reasons:
1.) I do not have white hair anywhere else on my person, and
2.) I have grown strangely attached to it to the point where I’ve tried to think up a suitable name for it.
Now, don’t worry, I haven’t actually named it. Yet. But I do get a sort of twisted feeling of enjoyment from this particular strand of hair. Why is it there? Why does it grow so long? Would it grow even longer if I left it alone? Now, let’s get this out in the open right away – I usually yank the sucker out as soon as I notice his presence, but I can’t help but respect his perseverance. I pull him out, he grows back. He’s comforting and dependable in a way – I can always rely on him popping up. He’s like a less cuddly and much quieter version of a Yorkie.
Now, I have a few theories about the existence of this hair. Theory one goes as follows: All my aunts on my dad’s side of the family started to turn gray at around 20 years old. My gray-gene is confused and thinks it should work it’s magic on my nose instead of on my head. I am not complaining.
Theory two goes like this: My dad’s name is Bjørn. This is the Norwegian word for bear. Polar bears are white. Therefor, I must be part polar bear.
I think the latter theory might be my favorite.
What was the point of this post? It doesn’t have one.
Now it is time to share your semi-embarrassing bodily abnormalities in the comments.