crinigerous - hairy
I have my face pressed in close to my magnifying mirror every day. I keep all my gear lined up on the window sill. I don't even move it anymore because why bother. These hairs, they have no respect for my person or my clearly set boundaries. I am bewildered and confounded at the rate of growth that is going on here. Every day I'm plucking. And every day seems to me, much too much! If I had my druthers, I'd say every (3) days is much more sensible.
(Druthers is my new favorite word.)
How can so much hair grow every single day? At this rate, how will I keep up with it in ten more years? Will I be plucking twice a day to keep the tiny apostates at bay? Thrice even?! Say it ain't so! Here I was hoping for life to get easier.
I never knew that my 30s would make me into such a crinigerous thing. One option I suppose is just to let it alone to grow "organtically" and then I could just sign up for the local circus as Uncle Crazy Brows With The Occasional Neck Hair.
Except we don't have a local circus.
And I'm not an uncle.