I have recently been inspired to go to a new world; a place where previously only rock stars, porn stars and middle aged men still living in the 1980s have dared to trod: I have grown a mustache. Undeterred by the threats of my fiance that she would find my physical appearance "absolutely disgusting," I have taken the plunge into the dangerous and uncharted waters of the 'stache. To those of you who may have not yet taken the leap into this realm: jump on in, the water is warm.
I found that a certain freedom accompanies the sporting of the 'stache. It may well appear as foolishness to some or even desperation to others, but with the 'stache I feel a sense of renewed personal identity. Do I look ridiculous? Maybe, even probably. Actually, who am I kidding - of course I do - but that just comes with the territory. It's part of the whole 'renewed personal identity' - it doesn't matter what I look like, right? I'm hip because I've transcended style, 'I don't care anymore' (of course, this sense of freedom could also quite easily be my dishonest attempt to mask my true feelings of insecurity and ridiculousness as I walk around in public with a mustache).
It is no conincidence that at the appearance of my mustache, Olivia happens to be gone for the weekend visiting friends. And it remains to be seen whether I will keep my mustache for her return or even for Church tomorrow morning for that matter. At any rate, my upper lip will rest well this evening in the warmth of the 'stache. While I am embarassed that I am blogging about such a subject on a Saturday night (or any subject for that matter), it was for a good purpose. I think.
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Pictures please.
I second the motion for a self-portrait!
Charles recently attempted and I could hardly take it. He thought it was sooo funny until he forgot about it during a visit with a neighbor. Then, he was suddenly sooo embarrassed. I think he was just glad be shaved it off before the fire drill we had...
I'm with Olivia!
Does this have anything to do with a newly realized level of freedom in Christ? Remember, J.B., all things are permissible, but not all things are beneficial. You may be causing your porn-star brothers to stumble. Watch for those with a weaker conscience. Adam Morrison is in a support group for his 'stache-capades. I think he'll be on Oprah soon discussing the virtues of his journey.
Update: after waking Sunday morning and taking Olivia's dog out to go pee, I immediately and without any hesitation shaved off the 'stache. I totally wussed out. This was a bunch of hot air.
Fortunately, I also deleted the pictures that I took. I felt that they had too much of a 'myspacey feel' so I got rid of them. I realize that this is starting to sound a little fishy, but I actually have two witnesses to my 36-hour moustache. My roomate and the barista at a coffee stand that I frequent during my lunch breaks. Oddly enough, the barista had just died her hair black and was unhappy with the result, which provided the perfect segue to my moustache.
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