People.

I’ve been trying a new tactic as of late. A really great one.

Here goes …

When I find myself feeling and/or in a negative state — which, ahem, cough cough, has kinda sorta maybe been happening a little more than I’d like to kinda sorta admit to — I bust out my tweezers.

And I pluck. That’s right. I go and I pluck the living shit out of myself. Well, my eyebrows, to be exact. I suppose I should have clarified where to pluck.

It is impossible, I tell you, to stay negative or pissed off or angry when you start to pluck. It’s those little burning brief stings of pulling some damn annoying stray miniscule hair out that does something utterly miraculous.

It’s the ultimate mind distraction.

Try it. The next time you’re off and running down a mental road that isn’t serving you, do yourself a favor. Get out your ever trusty, ever by your side, tride and true Tweezerman. They even come in hot pink.

Your life {and your eyebrows} will be forever changed. You’re welcome.