Finale of the Moustache

It’s Finally Over

It’s finally over. It’s finally over. It’s finally over. It’s finally over. It’s finally fucking off my face. I would post a picture but I feel strangely naked. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

The last day was dull. Nothing happened. The happenings did not exist. I barely remembered I had one. Like it wasn’t some major part of my life. Weird.

I had a grand send off for it. A candlelit bathroom with some soft jazz playing in the background, a single tear flowed down my cheek, dropping into the sink, mixing playfully with the fragments of a broken moustache as the electric noise of an electric razor effortlessly removed a part of me.

Kidding. The thing was gone in seconds and I don’t even have any soft jazz to play in the background.

Things I Have Learned

People are gigantic liars. Or moustaches just aren’t as socially unacceptable as I thought. The support for the awful thing was astounding.

As much of my time has been spent thinking about this moustache, I had less time to stress over important things, like school. This was nice. I liked that.

Also it is now coming to my attention that I have so much schoolwork to do.

But most importantly – I haven’t actually learned anything. This experiment was a complete bust. I spent a week of my life looking ridiculous for no reason. Is this a sign of mental instability? Please say no. I like my mind.

What I Can Do Now

Many things. I could grow my beard back, I could keep clean shaven (even though it hurts and itches and I don’t know how dudes do it), I can experiment with another crazy (gross) facial hair style (underbeard?), I could focus on things that matter.

Truth be told, I think I’ll do the last part. A lost of matter intensive things are fast approaching. Leaving dreams of growing follicles on the back burner is probably the wise choice of actions.

And Movember is just around the corner…

WHAT A TERRIBLY ANTI-CLIMATIC FINALE

 

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