Just because it's all white people doing it.
No, actually, it's racially evenly distributed. We're all equally nuts.
There's a million videos of this charcoal mask for acne.
Possibly fifty.
Some of them the girls and boys cry.
Some of them show you the results under a microscope and its gross as H-E-double ugly sticks.
It's so gross that I cannot even look at it. Like it pulled out the contents of blackheads and left them standing like a forest of pine trees.
No wait, like shovel handles sticking up out of the mud.
No wait, wait, like plants growing out of gravel.
No wait, wait, wait, like electrocuted worms stiffened in the sand when the tide went out mixed evenly among short hairs.
No, wait, wait, wait, wait, ew, it's too gross to even describe. It makes me sick. These kids keep thinking of new things to freak me right out.
Just look at 'em. YouTube [hurts peeling off mask].
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Instead of peeling it, you could opt to re-saturate your face with water.
Do I want to look at videos of kids who keep thinking of new ways to freak someone right out?
Nope, doing so sounds worse than sitting between two horses eating carrots and farting nonsense or stuck at a dinner table with a person committed to live it up and making things interesting.
With the burning question on the table remaining unanswered:
What does the person whose hair turned white when they were 14 remember about that time of their life? That is where the good, the unseemly, the depilatating and the hair raising stuff truly lies.
What is your problem?
My hair didn't turn white at 14. That was the year Mum said, "Jesus Christ! You've got a gray hair" While picking through my hair.
And then, "Oh look! Another one."
And then, "Oh, here's another. Son, you're getting gray."
It started turning gray. It didn't turn white at fourteen.
And it was vexation thereafter.
And after the big homo sitting across from me at an expensive dinner told me he thinks that I'm cute, with my female date sitting next to me, and after mentioning my look, my physique, my manners, my manner of dress, my face, and informing me he is a psychiatrist distinct from psychologist, he settled on discussing my hair and he would not stop.
He would not drop the subject.
Honestly. He ruined my dinner that could have been interesting on either side. I don't even recall what I ordered, and that is unusual because I can remember everything that I ordered at such things as that, because I spent so much time studying the menu and so much thought to deciding and because that's how I learned to copy. But not this time. Mr. Psychiatrist ruined my whole evening by discussing my hair. Like sitting next to Kevin Spacey all night long playing the wolf on innocent well-mannered me, or having Prince Charles bend my goddamn ear about global warming all night long. That kind of unseemly obsession.
To answer your question I dismissed what he told me as more evidence of psychiatrists being crackpots.
A mental explanation for physical manifestation did not make sense to me.
Instead I attributed premature gray to vitamin B deficiency.
Still, the conversation forced me to look back to age fourteen and reassess in light of new information and realize my father had moved his family off base and was then immediately assigned to Alaska for nearly a year. I really did have to grow up. Barry and I both did. But so what. I never once thought at fourteen, gee, I need to grow up fast.
Then on the other hand I always was a miserable little fuck always overly concerned about my own future. I'm much MUCH more lighthearted now than I ever was back then. I was one serious little fucker. Way too serious for my age. But it had nothing to do with feeling I must hurry to grow up. On the contrary, I'd rather relax in my age and enjoy it. My angst was about success and failure not about pace.
I had a dream that showed me my feelings of earning each year that I lived. In the dream I woke up in a younger boy's body and that was horrifying feeling I'd have to re-live those years.
Later in waking life my friends were talking about wishing themselves younger. I said that I feel the opposite. I don't want that. I earned these years. They answered back, we mean we wish we had our total experience but in younger bodies. And I don't even want that. I earned my present body. I grew this thing myself. They sounded to me like a plant in bloom yearning to be a seedling.
If my psychology could affect my physical attributes as that NY psychiatrist insists that it does then my chest would be covered with hair and my balls would bang into my knees. The whole idea is f'k'n stupid.
My older brother paved my way growing up. Each step, he was example. Barry made growing up much easier for me. He showed me literally everything. There was never a psychological need to equal him or surpass him or speed up. I was very comfortable with pace. Positioned as we were, Barry made that so. That's the psychology of it. Not what some random NY psychiatrist concludes on the fly by way of snap analysis.
What psychiatrist does 90% of the talking?
I dropped hint after hint after hint that I was not interested in pursuing this line of discussion and he ignored me the whole time. He ignored what I said the entire dinner. He thought he could have his way with me as a wolf does with a girl. It pissed me off. Abandoning hints and being more direct, I told him that. And nothing I said had any effect. I was perfectly miserable with this miserable one-track aggressive conversationalist.
Similar things happened before and since. But not with psychiatrists.
Oops.
I take that back.
Similar things happed with later psychiatrists.
Frankly, they're fucked in the head.
That's how I know what I know. Do you think the young actor who outed Kevin Spacey knows what he knows, or just having a conversation in his mind? Do you think Trump knows what he knows about Prince Charles being obsessed with propounding global warming and about Piers Morgan obnoxiously insistent on having something juicy, driving the same tired points? They know what they know by their experience.
It's not just a conversation occurring in their own head as you suggested. Although, as the psychiatrist is analyzing me I am likewise analyzing him.
Didn't watch the video from lack of interest but the still looks like really bad blackface. Especially the lips.
Instead I attributed premature gray to vitamin B deficiency.
Which one? There are 12 or more. I take B3. I worked a lot with B12 in the lab and know its role.
I went grey beginning around age 40 and then pretty rapidly afterwards. My hair is almost completely white now except for in the back. I think it's a cool look.
What is my problem? According to my eyes and ears, I'm not the one writing long intense stories about troublesome and intrusive table mates who were memorably bad enough for me to feel sorry for Trump and assume he'd be unable to handle bores and asshats or have enough life experience and social smoothness to redirect conversation as needed.
I'm also not the one who apparently fed the bothersome psych the fascinating fact that I was fourteen when my hair started turning grey. I'm guessing he didn't know it was only three or four grey hairs found by a mom who was picking around up there, or things might have taken off in an entirely different direction.
He sounds like a pain, and I'm sorry you had such a difficult time with his persistence and inability to catch a clue, take hint after hint, or respond to your directness with appropriate consideration.
Oddly enough, as a result of his initial perseveration and rudeness years ago, some interesting stories and comments showed up.
Children are wired to grow and survive adverse situations to the best of their ability. They usually don't have the life experience, perspective or safely needed to recognize life stresses or trauma (small or large T) when they are experiencing it, but their body will react and remember. What they aren't able to process at the time, all of what was felt and thought, experienced and imagined, perceived or picked up by the senses, is recorded and filed away in the big computer upstairs.
I've yet to meet a child who was born a miserable little fuck. Kids who are worried about their futures, overly focused on success or failure, or way too serious for their age are that way for a reason that may or may not make conscious sense to them or their parents at the time.
Stress depletes the B and D Vitamins in major and life affecting ways and it does not need to be recognized as present or regarded as valid for it to do a number on the body, including bones, muscles, nails and hair.
Hair turns gray or falls out due to genetic predisposition rather than vitamins. Thanks, both granddads.
Genetic predisposition is a factor, and may be the predominant factor, but it is not the only one affecting hair loss or color changes.
Thyroid, estrogen, testosterone, cortisol and vitamin deficiency can also play a role.
Looker uppers can look this up.
I am not much for looking up - I just accept my lot in life.
That's one way to go through it, and it works well for some!
It works for me and it is cheaper than hair transplants.
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