Mundane Note of the Week

There’s a bit of fluff up my nose.

I can feel it up there, when I breathe.

But I can’t get it out, no matter how hard I blow or dig.

At least, I assume it’s a bit of fluff. It could simply be unruly nose hair.

Funny thing about nose hair . . . when you start thinking about it, you can’t stop. It stays there, on the edge of your consciousness, fluttering slightly in the breeze.

I don’t know when that happened, by the way. I don’t know when I started noticing my nose hair. At some point in the past few years I became consciously aware of it. I looked in the mirror one day and said “Whoa, gotta do something about those guys.”

Not sure if it’d been that way forever. Pictures from my childhood do not reveal any major growth issues. So maybe it just slowly went wild and one morning I finally noticed.

Some men apparently never have that morning. I mean, I know guys with what appear to be pet tarantulas nesting in their nostrils. Which makes me wonder, do they not notice or do they just not care?

I’m not sure what’s the beginning of the end: When you start noticing your nose hair or when you stop caring.

I don’t suppose I really need to know the answer all that badly, so don’t bother sending your opinion and/or photos.

(Sorry. These are the kinds of posts I end up writing when anything else I’d write about is far too personal and distressing: Major Stress and Conflict = Posts About Nose Hair.)