Imagine

You have finished surfing the net...you've done all that you need to do.

Your blog has been checked for new comments and tags...Your friendster site has been checked for new testimonials or messages...Youve checked your yahoo email account.

Then, imagine if you suddenly feel an itchiness on your head, and your left pointer and middle finger moves instinctively to explore every inch of your scalp.

Then, imagine, as your probing fingers did their job, they suddenly come upon this hard little scabby part that is your dried-up skin scalp.

Then, imagine yourself scratching away at it, and it finally comes lose and you peel it away from your scalp and manage to disentangle it from your hair.

You then look at it, in awe and you begin to wonder.

You wonder how it would look like under a microsrope. Would it be composed of hundreds of little dead cells much like skin cells? Or would it have the same alignment as plant cells?

You hold it up to the light and you squint. You squint first with your left eye, then your right, trying to make out exactly how it looks like...then you come to a conclusion that you BELIEVE you can actually make out the individual cells on that little piece of dead scalp cells.

Then, you wonder how it feels like. And you play around with it with your fingers. You first squeeze it to see how it feels and you're pleasantly surprised that it's quite thick and hard...You think to yourself "My, that's a lot of skin cells". You then press it in two and it folds in half under your finger...You roll it up into a ball, then unroll it. You break off little minuscule individual pieces and try to disintegrate it between your fingers. You fail. And you wonder to yourself, again, this time somewhat impressed.."My what strong dead scalp cells i have".

Later, you stare at what is left of your original piece of dead scalp cells. And you begin to wonder. You wonder how it would taste like. You continue staring at it, not knowing what to do next, not daring to do what you secretly want to do next.

You stare at it for another 5 seconds. Then you take an experimental bite out of it.

Imagine that it tastes salty. Imagine that it tastes like the sweat that rolls from your scalp down onto your forehead, into your eyes then down your cheeks and finally into your mouth.

Then you think, "Hey it's not that bad after all".

You discard of that piece of dead scalp cells and your fingers start they're exploration mission again. This time, you secretly hope that you'll stumble across an even bigger piece...a bigger yield.. the motherlode of all pieces of dead scalp cells.

Imagine that all your fingers did were probe scratch pull inspect discard probe scratch pull...over and over again.

It's not that hard to imagine, is it now?