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Last Saturday
I shaved my face.
It was a good change
I liked it
And I liked that little look in my wife's eye
When she takes up notice.
She never says anything
But it's there...
A giddy little girl look in her eye
--of sequestered excitement.
I didn't think much of it after the weekend came to a close and I found myself at work facing mock questions of "who's the new guy?!" And very real questions of... "so why'd you shave?" To which they'd answer for me "just need a change?"
"Yeah..."
That... and I had come to find out that I also just needed to be seen. I guess.
The truth about facial hair; no matter the style, is that it's easy to hide behind.
But I don't want to say that because it implies that all men that chose to grow out their beards and whatnot are pussy chickenshits.
Not the case. At all.
It's more to say that the such provides an element of cover that men don't necessarily wish to share, and women; at times, don't wish to see. And for some, don't wish to see at all.
Doubt
Fear
Sadness
Depression
Exhaustion
Frustration
Pretty much all emotions in all their various states and degrees are easily dampened or taken less seriously
The thought of being bludgeoned to death by a bearded Viking is less frightening than having your throat swiftly slit by a clean shaven psychopath.
It has been an interesting week for me. I've been taken more seriously. My doubts have not been dismissed and when I found myself wishing to be left alone to work... I was.
Yet I've also been asked out-of-the-blue what's wrong and told I look sad or seem down and don't seem my usual self
And I smirk
Feeling no different than any other day or time
Thinking to myself... that's because you've never really seen me as my usual self.
I shaved my face.
It was a good change
I liked it
And I liked that little look in my wife's eye
When she takes up notice.
She never says anything
But it's there...
A giddy little girl look in her eye
--of sequestered excitement.
I didn't think much of it after the weekend came to a close and I found myself at work facing mock questions of "who's the new guy?!" And very real questions of... "so why'd you shave?" To which they'd answer for me "just need a change?"
"Yeah..."
That... and I had come to find out that I also just needed to be seen. I guess.
The truth about facial hair; no matter the style, is that it's easy to hide behind.
But I don't want to say that because it implies that all men that chose to grow out their beards and whatnot are pussy chickenshits.
Not the case. At all.
It's more to say that the such provides an element of cover that men don't necessarily wish to share, and women; at times, don't wish to see. And for some, don't wish to see at all.
Doubt
Fear
Sadness
Depression
Exhaustion
Frustration
Pretty much all emotions in all their various states and degrees are easily dampened or taken less seriously
The thought of being bludgeoned to death by a bearded Viking is less frightening than having your throat swiftly slit by a clean shaven psychopath.
It has been an interesting week for me. I've been taken more seriously. My doubts have not been dismissed and when I found myself wishing to be left alone to work... I was.
Yet I've also been asked out-of-the-blue what's wrong and told I look sad or seem down and don't seem my usual self
And I smirk
Feeling no different than any other day or time
Thinking to myself... that's because you've never really seen me as my usual self.
