Perhaps I have not mentioned this, but I recently got my hair trimmed. It was time; it had been well over a year and perhaps closer to two. The hairdresser asked if I wore up often, and I told her I wore it up everyday. She could tell because my hair was thinning; she indicated the area, and it was exactly where I'd been tying it in a ball since it became long enough to tie in a ball. Her advice? Wear it down more often to let my scalp breathe. I wasn't aware the scalp could perform respiration, nor that it was a necessity, but who was I to argue? Since then, I've worn it down everyday. This necessitates use of a hairdryer, and I am not capable of operating a hairdryer. The manual dexterity required to simultaneously control a hairdryer, a brush, and an angry, windswept head of hair is purely and simply something for which I do not have any capacity. I have injured myself while standing alone dribbling a basketball; I do not have hand-eye coordination. To spare myself undo amounts of stress and anxiety, I purchased a brush which is a hairdryer. These are reviled by the hair-dexterous set; please feel free to leave comments denouncing my use of this abomination. While not ideal, it does allow me a free hand with which to wrangle my wayward hair, as it is brushed and blown. Nevertheless, I'm incapable of creating any sort of style; it is merely a victory for me to use any sort of hair-drying implement with an end result that is not a hot, wet knot of hair the size of a regulation softball.
Resolutions have been made. Habits have been changed. Goals are being set. More on this later -- it's time to get ready for work.