hygiene device stories
I should try to write about my sunday(birthday) and monday. But i should also go to bed. For now, two short stories.
A while back, I stopped being able to find my nail-clipper/nail-file combo device. After sometime of makeshift and delayed nail-clipping, I eventually bought a new one. I clipped and filed my nails with it. It was very sharp and worked very well.
Eventually, my nails grew long again. I reached into my backpack subpouch where I knew my nail clippers were, pulled them out, and went to go clip my nails. Then I realized I was now holding my old clippers.
Apparently, hiding my nail-clippers wasn't fun anymore once it wasn't an inconvenience, and my brain relented and told me where they were.
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I got an electric toothbrush. The first time using it did not go well. Luckily, subsequent times seem to have gone better, and I don't have to give it away.
But the first time, it went like this:
teeth say, "ahh! buzzy!" and cheeks say, "ahh! buzzy!" and tongue says, "what's wrong, is something wrong, can i help get something out of the way? ahh! buzzy!"
and brain says, "run away!"
and my hand says, "no, you can't run away, i'm still brushing my teeth here."
and brain says, "surely whatever we're running away from must be catching up to us! faster! faster!"
And I hyperventilated.
But it wasn't so bad the second time.
A while back, I stopped being able to find my nail-clipper/nail-file combo device. After sometime of makeshift and delayed nail-clipping, I eventually bought a new one. I clipped and filed my nails with it. It was very sharp and worked very well.
Eventually, my nails grew long again. I reached into my backpack subpouch where I knew my nail clippers were, pulled them out, and went to go clip my nails. Then I realized I was now holding my old clippers.
Apparently, hiding my nail-clippers wasn't fun anymore once it wasn't an inconvenience, and my brain relented and told me where they were.
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I got an electric toothbrush. The first time using it did not go well. Luckily, subsequent times seem to have gone better, and I don't have to give it away.
But the first time, it went like this:
teeth say, "ahh! buzzy!" and cheeks say, "ahh! buzzy!" and tongue says, "what's wrong, is something wrong, can i help get something out of the way? ahh! buzzy!"
and brain says, "run away!"
and my hand says, "no, you can't run away, i'm still brushing my teeth here."
and brain says, "surely whatever we're running away from must be catching up to us! faster! faster!"
And I hyperventilated.
But it wasn't so bad the second time.