I need a hobby

Mother's Day 2005 my little sister's gift to me was to take me to the mall and have a little Indian girl take a string to my eyebrows and rip them off my face.  Well, I had some left, but not wild ones.  A few days later, they started to grow back.  Not wanting to do the whole ripping thing again, I started to tweeze the strays. I think I have an addictive personality or a pain thing cuz I continued to tweeze almost daily until just last month.  My little sister saw me and said I had been OVERtweezing.  I didn't think so, but I'm pretty used to looking myself in the mirror so I reluctantly took her word for it.  I've been letting them fill in and only tweezing the strays.  The trouble is a good many look pretty stray to me.  I need an objective point of view on my brows.  I look at magazines trying to pick a style.  I've considered lightening them, maybe doing my hair, too.  But that's extremist and silly.  I try to ignore them like I did for the 20-something years before that fateful day.  It's not easy being as weird as I am. But I must resist the temptation to pluck.  I resist as I check out the yellow pages for "little Indian girl with string".