A friend for more than 14 years, who’s been with me everywhere I have been in all that time. Still, it was time for us to move on, apart. These things are never easy, and it has taken a lot of thought and soul-searching to make this change, but yesterday was the day.
I shaved off my moustache.
My cookie duster is no more. It has had the effect of changing my appearance, somewhat more than I had thought (frankly, I had forgotten what I looked like without it, and enough time had gone by my adolescent-youth photos didn’t seem to correlate with my now appearance).
The good people I work with are very polite, you’ll be glad to know. Only one person said "No, grow it back!", though I’m sure others thought it.
Other comments:
- Makes you look younger
- Makes you look "more innocent"
- "Different!"
So, my upper lip is now naked, my philtrum out there for all to see. The biggest change for me, other than averted gazes from my co-workers, is that I’m acutely aware of every breath, as before I didn’t feel my own breath on my lip. I’ll get used to it, but for now it’s a little odd.
And, for those who wonder what the change looks like, there’s before and after photos in the extended entry.
