2020. december 5.

on (not) caring for my body

Disclaimers:
A) This post may well be Too Much Information for some
B) I really am not proud of these
(though not too much ashamed either)
but it feels important to scribble them down

So I think I achieved some sort of a personal record
having had 18 days between two hair wash
it just wasn't important enough to bother
(the 15-16 degrees at the bathroom
aren't very conducive either
but help is on its way)
the previous time was when two guys came over to play
since then, work was the only reason to move out
(anywhere where I'd have to take my hat off anyway)

The last time I've had my hair cut
was in July last year
(for Á. -- as if...)
it's horribly split by now but I can't be bothered

My calves (?) are proper winter-sleep hairy

The last time I wore a dress/skirt must have been
in September or early October
(apart from the theater)

And what may be even more interesting
I can't be bothered with health checks either
(not that I had any indications 
or even family history to make them 
any more important than for the avarege)

To be honest, it isn't a bad lifestyle

It's pretty cheap (no shampoo, no doctor)
and quite greeen (though what I win in water comsumption on the rare hair washing, I lose twice on full-tub baths... but at least it's with less chemicals)
and even relieves me of a lot of stress (anybody having fun at the dermatologist? dentist? gynecologist...? Nooo?!)

On the other hand
I guess it doesn't make me very marketable
neither does it feel particularly elating
but for the time being
this is mine
and embracing it still requires less effort
than fighting it would

AND I really do brush my teeth every night
and isn't that the foundation of all...?

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