There were definate perks to being able to control sand.
But with anything involving perks, there's always a negative side of it.
Gaara didn't mind having something as common as sand to be at his control whenever he wanted, but it was getting everywhere.
There wasn't a day when Gaara was able to take a twenty minute shower like everybody else in the world.
He remembered the first time he actually read the shampoo bottle.
1.) Rinse Hair.
2.) Lather Hair with Shampoo
3.) Rinse Again.
4.) Repeat if Needed.
Everytime Gaara showered, he would go through an entire bottle of shampoo and, if any, a tiny half-palm full of conditioner.
He was starting now to get rashes on his scalp from scrubbing the sand out of his hair so violently.
Kankurou and Temari used to bicker about who would waste an hour of their lives bathing him when he was younger and couldn't bathe himself.
One day, he actually caught one man who walked past him, sniffing the air and commenting about somebody using strawberry-kiwi shampoo.
Too bad Gaara was too embarressed to kill him.
It was bad enough Gaara always had sand in his hair, but that was only one of the many places the tiny grains of rock managed to find entrance to.
Washing his body was a chore as well.
Even if he missed one tiny spot, Sunagakure would know.
Sure, they wouldn't know exactly why Gaara would be upset, as he walks about the village with a sour face on, they just assume it's because he's Gaara.
However, they don't know that it's really because if Gaara misses a spot in the shower, he feels the friction of the sand against his skin as he walks and moves, making him EXTREMELY uncomfortable.
Forget the weight of the gourd.
He got used to that years ago.
In fact, Gaara could probably bench press three times his own weight just with the practice he got carrying around the heavy gourd for so long.
But all that damn sand, getting everywhere, no matter what kind of clothes he wore and how much.
So now, as Gaara sits on the spring in Sunagakure, watching everybody go about their business, with an occasional person waving to their Kazekage, he starts to amuse himself.
He spots a child complaining about the sand being too hot, and his feet were burning.
Gaara laughed and sent a few hundred grains of sand into the child's diaper and watched him begin to walk strangely towards his mother.
"Welcome to my world." Was all Gaara could manage to say.