wake up early and you live to regret
I had just finished creating a right sideburn when I opened up the medicine cabinet to get a fresh blade. when I closed the cabinet, a weary pair of eyes joined mine in the mirror. they seemed content to simply watch as I busied myself with shaving off the right side of my mustache, dipping the razor into the sink and shaking off the bristle after every two or three strokes.
“why are you shaving off your beard?” she asked.
“time for a change, that’s all.”
the left side of the mustache was next, then the chin and neck.
“why so early in the morning? it’s still dark out.”
I shrugged.
“I was awake. I’ve been thinking about it for a few days now, and when I couldn’t fall back to sleep I thought I’d just get up and do it.”
the left sideburn would require another new blade. she sighed deeply.
“look,” I said, gesturing at her reflection with the razor blade, “there doesn’t have to be a symbolic reason for everything I do.”
“of course not. but in this case I’m pretty sure there is.”
I rinsed the blade under a stream of hot tap water and continued.
“I guess you know me better than I know myself.”
finally finished, I rinsed my face and inspected my work.
I had just finished creating a right sideburn when I opened up the medicine cabinet to get a fresh blade. when I closed the cabinet, a weary pair of eyes joined mine in the mirror. they seemed content to simply watch as I busied myself with shaving off the right side of my mustache, dipping the razor into the sink and shaking off the bristle after every two or three strokes.
“why are you shaving off your beard?” she asked.
“time for a change, that’s all.”
the left side of the mustache was next, then the chin and neck.
“why so early in the morning? it’s still dark out.”
I shrugged.
“I was awake. I’ve been thinking about it for a few days now, and when I couldn’t fall back to sleep I thought I’d just get up and do it.”
the left sideburn would require another new blade. she sighed deeply.
“look,” I said, gesturing at her reflection with the razor blade, “there doesn’t have to be a symbolic reason for everything I do.”
“of course not. but in this case I’m pretty sure there is.”
I rinsed the blade under a stream of hot tap water and continued.
“I guess you know me better than I know myself.”
finally finished, I rinsed my face and inspected my work.
“why are you shaving off your beard?” she asked.
“time for a change, that’s all.”
the left side of the mustache was next, then the chin and neck.
“why so early in the morning? it’s still dark out.”
I shrugged.
“I was awake. I’ve been thinking about it for a few days now, and when I couldn’t fall back to sleep I thought I’d just get up and do it.”
the left sideburn would require another new blade. she sighed deeply.
“look,” I said, gesturing at her reflection with the razor blade, “there doesn’t have to be a symbolic reason for everything I do.”
“of course not. but in this case I’m pretty sure there is.”
I rinsed the blade under a stream of hot tap water and continued.
“I guess you know me better than I know myself.”
finally finished, I rinsed my face and inspected my work.
posted by extraspecialbitter at 9:03 AM
7 Comments:
So - Do you like the new look?
There's nothing wrong with change. I acctually encourage it.
I was hoping for someone younger. Oh well...
I recommend you buy one of those hair cutting machines and use that first w/ no attachments on your beard THEN use the razor.
Those Mach 3's are damn expensive.
So what did SHE think of the new look?
She licked my face, which I assume to be a positive response. Then again, she may have developed a taste for artificial lime fragrance.
Ha ha! She licked your face?!
I'd have to say that that's a good response.
shaving in the dark with pensive hesitation and an enigmatic post to document...i am inclined to agree with her.
cy - truth be told, I've been trying to capture this scene since 1978. each year I become more evasive, defensive, and yes - enigmatic.
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