This is the fourth time this has happened.
One of my eyelashes is really long.
I don’t know what makes this happen, but I get a disproportional amount of joy from my long eyelash.
People try to pull it off to prevent it from falling into my eye, thinking it’s one that fell out and got stuck in the other lashes.
When it curls down, I can see it.
I tried to take a picture so you could see it, too, but it didn’t work.
I have no idea why it grows like that, why it doesn’t always grow like that, if it’s always the same lash (or even over the same eye—I don’t remember), or why it’s so delightful.
But it is, so I’ll go with it.
Joy in the little things. Even if they’re really weird.
Have a great weekend!