Hair Time and Worries

I wonder sometimes if there's a definite amount of everything allocated in one's life, and if you use up your portion, then that's it, you'll never have any more of it? If this is the case one of those things for me would be Hair Time

When I was only a tiny teeny little various cushion - a pin cushion if you will... I had a most dedicated mother. She enjoyed doing my hair up, in a tortuous style known as pig tails. It took ages. She took great pride in getting the sides of my head looking like they had no hair at all - except for the so called pig tail tufts projecting from the perfectly symmetrically spaced scrunchies - the rest of the hair was pulled tight and the scalp with it, giving my young life a permanent teeny tiny migraine. I quite enjoyed the swish of them, I must admit. But I can't help blaming/ thanking that phenomenon for the fact that I take significantly less interest in my hair as a grown up than would otherwise be expected from a grown up.

Similarly, I was a stressed out young teenager, between the ages of 11 and 16, I worried ceaselessly, about homework, friends, food, boys, the environment, politics, the weather, tests, the world, the universe - to the extent that I actually have had worry lines across the middle of my forehead since the age of 16. Since then I've been less able to worry, and though I will stress about some things I generally come across to people as a relaxed type of person. I don't know - maybe I got it all out of my system then. An alternative explanation for the lines would be that my head was just readjusting to not having the skin pulled so tight away from the front of my skull and overcompensated in the bounce back.

Is there anything that was so overdone in your own childhood or formative years that you've completely avoided it ever since? or am I alone here?