
on the unquestioned given
@ohfivefifteen posted recently about what a drag it is to prefer short nails because the maintenance is so constant. i concur, but my short nails are a bit of a recent personal revelation for me, so i still enjoy the chore of keeping them clipped.
you see, i’d never stopped to ask myself if i wanted to wear my nails long or short. because for some reason i had it that “women have long nails” - end of story. having to have long nails was sort of just a given.
a given? by whom?
i’m going to assume this sounds dumb to anyone outside my head, but it really did surprise me a few months ago when i decided to file down my nails, and i realized… i had always hated having long nails. and my brain very loudly asked, “then why the hell have you spent decades doing this?”
why? because a very young notentirely got it into her head that that’s what women do. and there the thought remained, unquestioned.
and now that i see how casually the unquestioned was such a part of my routine, i’ve started to actively question a lot of mundane things, a lot of “givens”, and i’m starting to make different decisions about really basic stuff.
and it’s sort of really great.
… actually, really fucking awesome.
because it turns out there’s a bunch of stuff i’ve been doing, ways i’ve been being, things i’ve been thinking, that when questioned, i can just… let go of.
so yeah… the weekly nail maintenance is a drag… or at least i’m sure it will be, when it stops being so fulfilling to stomp on this simple now-questioned given.