I noticed a particularly long eyebrow hair jutting from my brow during my drive this morning. A few attempts were made at stoplights to either tame it into line with the rest of the brow or pluck it for trying to stand out. I was unsuccessful mid drive to remove it, so rather than create an accident I waited until I got to my desk so I could deal with this nonconformist strand with my full attention.
Even then, I spent much of the morning trying to grasp it and yank it from its home in my brow, but it continued to hold firm. Granted, this wasn’t the only thing I did this morning, but it did put a dent in my Monday productivity. After many frustrated attempts, I successfully managed to pull it free.
And then, at that moment of victory, a small voice in my head says, “if you eat it, you will absorb its power.”
While that is odd enough, what I find more odd is that another voice didn’t pop up advising me not to share this information to the general public.
No, I didn’t eat it.
I could use the power surge right now.