I was in my friend’s bathroom one day washing hands when I noticed a very nice looking hairbrush. It was so nice that I got tempted to brush my hair with it, to see if it was as soft and lovely as it promised to be. I glanced around, the door was closed and nobody could see me.
'Go on!' a voice inside my head said, 'Try it. She will never know!'
But I stopped. Some instinct told me it would be a very chushka thing to do. I felt there was something too personal about a hairbrush. And, very often, they are not that tempting to use, with hairs stuck in bristles. This one, however, looked clean and new.
All the same, I resisted the chushka urge. But, the beauty of that particular brush got stuck in my sick head, and, when I came across it in a shop, I bought it, despite the ridiculous price tag.
Now, I was a proud owner of a posh hairbrush.
Because I love it so much, and because I have a thing about dirty hairbrushes, I try to keep it clean. Which means pulling my long dark hairs out of it on regular basis.
So, imagine my reaction, when a little while ago, a friend commented, coming out of my bathroom, that she loved my hairbrush.
I looked at her. This friend is one of my most sophisticated friends. Someone with style and elegance that I, admittedly, would love to possess.
No, I thought to myself, she just means it looks good. She would never! use someone else’s hairbrush. Surely not. She is too much of a lady to do that.
But then she added ‘It feels soooooo nice, really massages your scalp, doesn’t it?’ and she patted her hair happily.
Well, there was no doubt she tried it. She had no problem admitting she tried it, and she clearly did not think it was inappropriate.
Later on that night, in the bathroom, I inspected my precious brush for foreign hairs. However stylish and sophisticated this friend is, I still think that was a slightly chushka thing to do.
What is the moral of this story?
Even people you think are more of a lady than you are occasionally let their deeply buried chushka urges shine through. And really, there is a bit of chushka in every single one of us. Even the sophisticated ones.