Don’t sleep with wet hair, or you’ll go blind or become insane

Mila: Jules! Don’t you dare lie down on that sofa with your hair still dripping. Do you want to go blind? Or worse—lose your mind?

Jules: Laughs Mila, the only thing I’ll lose is my pillowcase. It’s going to smell like shampoo, not insanity.

Mila: I’m serious! My lola always warned me: “Anak, sleeping with wet hair will make the cold go up your brain!” And you know what happened to my cousin Rhea? She started forgetting things.

Jules: Mila, Rhea forgets things because she sleeps at 3 a.m. while binge-watching K-dramas. That’s not a supernatural consequence—that’s sleep deprivation.

Mila: No, no. I really think it started after she slept with wet hair. That’s when she began spacing out.

Jules: Or maybe she spaced out because she kept thinking about the lead actor and not about anything else.

Mila: Glares but tries not to laugh Still! Doctors say wet hair can cause colds. And if colds reach your brain… who knows?

Jules: Okay, let’s break this down.
Number one: Colds are caused by viruses, not moisture.
Number two: Water on your hair doesn’t teleport itself into your brain.
Number three: Insanity from wet hair? Come on, Mila. If that were true, half the population who swim at night would be in mental hospitals.

Mila: But why do I get headaches when I sleep with my hair wet? Explain that, Mr. Scientist.

Jules: Because you sleep with the electric fan blasting on turbo mode, and your scalp gets cold. Your muscles tense. That’s not a curse—that’s physics.

Mila: Pauses …Fine, but my lola said someone in her barrio went blind after doing it.

Jules: And did your lola actually meet the person? Or did she hear it from a neighbor who heard it from their cousin whose hairdresser’s dog walker mentioned it?

Mila: …Okay, it might’ve been the second one.

Jules: Exactly. It’s just one of those old warnings meant to make kids dry their hair properly so they don’t grow mold or pneumonia—

Mila: Gasps Mold?!

Jules: I said “so they don’t grow mold”—as in mildew smell! You know, that damp-towel odor when hair doesn’t fully dry?

Mila: Oh. I thought fungus was secretly growing on my head this whole time.

Jules: Your head is fine, Mila. Your imagination, on the other hand—very active.

Mila: Laughs I’m just saying… it’s hard to let go of beliefs we grew up with. Lola would chase me with a hairdryer like she was fighting demons.

Jules: And that’s sweet, actually. These superstitions are part of our culture. But we can keep the fond memories without believing the scary parts.

Mila: So you’re telling me I won’t go blind… and I won’t go insane… if I sleep with wet hair tonight?

Jules: Definitely not. Though you might wake up looking like a broom.

Mila: Ugh, that’s even worse. Fine, hand me the hairdryer. I’ll dry it—not because I’m scared, but because I don’t want to look like a witch tomorrow.

Jules: Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep… with dry hair.

Mila: Hey! Don’t tease me.

Jules: I’m not teasing. I’m educating—with love.

Mila: Smiles Okay, okay. Maybe science wins this round. But if I wake up cross-eyed tomorrow, I’m blaming you.

Jules: Deal. And if you wake up perfectly normal, you’re buying me taho.

Mila: Fine! But only if it’s warm. Cold taho might “reach the brain,” you know?

Jules: Laughs Here we go again…