When I was in preschool school I learned what lice are. One kid in my year asked the teacher what would happen if you were to ingest one, I did not get what she responded to him but my mind's response was "it travels to your heart and it sucks the blood out of you until you die of heart explosion". I never had lice, not before that episode nor after, but something convinced me that they would appear the moment I would touch my hair, they would travel down my hands all the way into my mouth, ready to feast upon my heart. Thus this is why for a whole year of my stupid life I ran to wash my hands at every single most insignificant contact I ever had with my hair. Even a fallen strand was enough to send me to orbit.












