I am a stubble so I grow stubble. Don't shave because it is troublesome.
When I'm curious, I cut with scissors.
The same is true for hair. I went to the barber until elementary school.
Remove any parts that are unrecognized in terms of position, such as cheeks and eyelids.
When I'm free, I sometimes pick it up with my fingernails.
One day, I was pinching the beard with one hand while playing with the computer.
Then I touched strangely long hair. Pull out like a conditioned reflection.
I intended to do that, but for some reason the hair grew sluggish.
I could even see the tip of the hair that was not removed. The length and color of the little finger are pure white.
As I pull further, it grows further. No matter how I think.
I remembered an urban legend.
Such a story that cotton comes out of the skin or yarn comes out of the ear.
According to it, if you continue to pull the thread from the ear, it will eventually make a noise and break the thread, and at the same time lose your vision.
Unexpectedly, I lift my finger from the white hair. Near the root, I cut with scissors afraid.
Not a thread. It looked like ordinary white hair.
That's it.
After that, I try not to pull out the nearby beard as much as possible.
But even then, what was that? It is still a mystery.