The worst ones, however, are the tiny hairs that ARE attached and you forget to look for them til they are an inch long. The ones on your chin are fairly common (note: this is a post for the ladies. Men have hairs all over the place, too, but am not addressing that today!). But, they can also appear on your NECK. I had a sharp dark one for years I would pluck it as often as I could. I will never forget one small grade schooler in my youngest son's class asking me why I had a thorn on my neck. I obviously forgot my tweezers that week.
The 'cute' stache ones are not as cute as they are on a GQ guy and the ones on your boobs are not even fair. As you find them you need to remove them and every time you snag one, it hurts. I don't care if you wait til after your shower and use coconut oil with herbs on your cringing skin. That baby is gonna be as hard to rip out as the turnip in that old fable! Your body does not want to give up those minuscule threads stitching your body to a new shape and era.
I read, ages ago, a science fiction story in which all the humans ended up with an adaptation that changed them. They all grew lovely coats of fur and clothing became a thing of the past. I can't imagine being furry all over constantly. Being around the cats sometimes drives me nuts (often orange clashes with whatever color I happen to have on that day) and sometimes when I rub my hand on The Craftsman's arm, he moves. I guess petting someone the wrong way works for both man and beast. I wouldn't mind not pulling unruly body hairs, but for now, I reckon I'll just keep my eyes open and the tweezers ready.
(NOTE: I shared this post in 'I'm Alive', but it seemed apt this week. Darn hairs!)