I once held a conversation with an optometrist. Turns out eyelashes aren’t merely there to help frame a girls eyes for the viewing enjoyment of others. Trust me, I’m as shocked as you. Apparently they help to keep dust and debris from entering the eye. And they do a remarkable job…that is unless you have one go AWOL. It turns out that a CHRONIC (the all caps represents the annoyance factor) condition can develop where a lash decides to be an anarchist and step out of conformity with all of his/her brethren. Instead of growing out like it should, it can begin growing inward. And this is a very, very big deal. Every blink of the eye produces a tiny scratch across the surface of the eye. What initially feels like a tired irritated eye, becomes a tear inducing (to no relief mind you) all consuming catastrophe.
So what can one do? I propose taking up a former pastime of nevermind (the story got vetoed). The relief lies in a simple tool known a tweezer. I first learned of this condition at the aforementioned optometrist. My eye was killing me all day at work and I thought something was SERIOUSLY wrong. And something was, seriously, don’t underestimate the wrath of the lash. $10 a pop is the cost for such a rogue lash removal service. Thankfully, a steady hand and great nearsightedness (with a mirror and the tweeze) prove a great home remedy.
I’m surprised how something so small and (seemingly) unimportant can become all consuming. I bet there are parallels that I could draw to things that really do matter in life. But…i’ll leave that to you. You’re welcome.