Friday, July 10, 2009

Head Scratching for Nostalgia.

I have one guilty pleasure in the world, and it's canine. I. Absolutely. Love. Head. Scratches.

When I was four, I discovered I was allergic to Suave's strawberry scented shampoo. So unfortunately I had a bad itch and really tiny fingernails. Dad told me not to scratch it and tried the calamine lotion thing, but instead it just gave me a burning and itchy scalp. It would have been the same sensation as if you put bleach in your back, just in the place where your hands can't reach well. Plus, imagine me with snow white blonde hair, coated in pink goop. If you knew me when I was 14, it's about the same as that time, I was just a little smaller.

The only thing that actually sedated me was my mom with her fingernails at just the right length to scratch all the way to the bottom of each root. My body tingled all the way down and I think some chemical released in my brain. At the time I called it feeling "sparkly." Now that my vocabulary has got better and I have had more than one girl scratch my head, I can call it, "the perfect sedative."

So I got this blast from the past not but an hour ago in the pool. You know how your hair flies straight up If you dip your hair in the pool backwards? (okay, since not all guys and girls have short hair, exeunt yourself from this one) I dropped mine back, and due to aging, stress, and dirty thoughts, my hair is a little thinner than usual. I ran my hand thru my hair from front to back and felt each little spike as I reached the back of my neck.

Man's Code: chapter 1: Verse 12: Things aren't as fun if you do them without a friend.

If your mind went straight to the gutter, shame on you, but you are not blamed. It's true however. If I get my head scratched, I fall into a zombie state, completely sedated. It was a fun game for some of my friends in my freshman year. I loved that game. I wanted to go as many posts as possible without making an "I'm Lonely" comment, and so i'll keep half of that going. I'd like someone to do that for me sometime, but I will leave it to the stars.

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