As I woke up this morning, I had this odd gut sensation that I needed to pluck my eyebrows right then and there. I got up, walked to the bathroom, found the tweezers, and began plucking away. As many women (and some men) know, this is not a pleasurable experience. It was like I couldn't even tell I was sitting there and torturing myself. Maybe I've developed some sort of eyebrow plucking tollerance. Maybe the planets were alligned right then and there so that this would make the process go smoother. Is this possible? Nonetheless, weird...
I think the stress of day to day life is making me a little edgy.....or maybe I drink way too much coffee.
Has anyone had the surge to do something they absolutley dispise, but then realise that it's not so bad?