Stuff Lying Around

I was fixated with a hair curled up on the bathroom floor in the yoga studio today. I thought about how it was somebody's hair, how it used to be on someone's head and they used to brush it and shampoo it, but now it was grossing people out on the floor. And I thought how a hair is something big and obvious, but there's all these smaller pieces of scabs and nail clippings and boogers that we leave wherever we go. And smaller than that are the things we can't even see - little skin cells and germy exhalations and other microscopic pieces of people that become a part of the air. When these things leave us, they become debris - like somebody's lost bag of chips on the sidewalk. Yet we wouldn't just give them up for no reason. I wouldn't just grab a perfectly good fingernail and fling it to the wind. But it would be strange for a person to collect these droppings or touch them. So I am wondering, when does something become anonymous? And why are we only attached to that which is attached to us?