Bah. It looks like I’m finally going to have to start shaving more than once every two weeks. I’d post a picture of my 10 or so whiskers as proof, but it’s surprisingly difficult to take a close-up but in-focus picture of your own chin.
It’s not fair. If I’m going to grow facial hair at all, I should at least be able to do something with it; since this is just long peach fuzz and a few dark whiskers, it means I’ll have to shave just to not look sort of weird. It’d be much easier if these few out-of-line follicles didn’t grow at all. I’d be perfectly fine with having a hairless face.
Double-bah. I don’t like growing up. At least I can take solace in the fact that I didn’t have to shave at all until my senior year of high school, and I only had to start shaving regularly this year.
“Good Night” from The Beatles (The White Album) by The Beatles