Not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin.
For a while I accepted is as just part of being young. “I’ll get older.” I thought. “It will get better.” It was even cool for a while because maintenance time was decreased. I got older. It improved only enough to be annoying. All the hassle, none of the benefits. *sigh* I became agitated. Why me? I asked. Why?!
People tried to console me. “I heard it was genetic.” and “It can skip generations.” Thanks guys. I can’t do it. But now I can blame it on my grandfather. As if I needed freudian family relational issues in my life.
Now I see kids years younger than me doing it and making it look good. And I have decided, right here right now, with you readers as my witnesses to lay down the ultimatum. Chin. I will not shave you again until you grow me a descent beard!* No more of this growing right at the tip and shaggy everywhere else crap. I want a full shavable sculptable beard. I just can’t keep growing my sideburns long to compensate. And you Mr. moustache. Don’t think you can get off easy. I realize i have let you get away with it for years, but you really need to grow on the left side also. Lop-sided facial hair went out with the sixties.
I needed to get that out.
*Or until I am need to meet with a client in person, or until Ann forces me to shave.
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