Ode to a Razor (An Exercise in Narcissism)

After leaving my last position, I decided that I would take some time to myself and not pursue a job. This seemed like a perfect opportunity to let my razor have a holiday as well. Everything I've done in my life is based out of "I'll try anything (legal) once." I had never highlighted my hair, so I tried it. I had never completely bleached it out, so I tried it. I had never dyed my hair black, so I tried it. I had never let my beard grow out before, so I tried it. To top it off, I decided to let my hair grow out, as well. This changed when I saw the guy at the theater.

The guy taking the tickets wore glasses like mine and had my same build. His hair was brownish and both his beard and hair were ridiculously long.

He looked retarded.

Seriously, he looked terrible. That moment I decided to renege on one half of my commitment.

I have had longer hair in the past, but it was due to the wish-I-could-forget-about-it bowl cut with the part in the middle and shaved up underneath. You know, the haircut that everyone had back then. I was no exception. I wish someone had told us how stupid we looked.

But I digress. Since I've been looking for a job (and have recently acquired one [today is my first day] ) I decided it was time to dust off the old razor.

I think my mom's proud of me.


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FUN FACT: Since I didn't do it at home, all I had to work with was a safety razor and a pair of scissors.