My hair. I like to keep it neat and Brylcreemed, so when someone or something inadvertently or purposely touches it, I get annoyed. It’s not because I spend a lot of time fixing it——on the contrary, I just dab it, shine it, and away I go. It’s because when I was growing up, my Dad used to admonish me about not combing my hair or he’d tell me I needed a haircut. Sigh.
I am also a bit self-conscious about my hair color——it’s not a dark, dark brown but a “bluish black” that I inherited from my Mom who’s Japanese. Sometimes people remark and ask me how I got that color, “Is it a blueberry-black hair color that you use?”, they ask, but I awkwardly tell them it’s my “Yokohama” shade. Lol.