Movember Rain

[sharplittleteeth]

There comes a time in every man's life where he stands in front of the bathroom mirror, with a razor blade in one hand and a moustache comb in the other.

And he is forced to ask himself: what sort of man am I?

What do I believe?

Am I the sort of man who wears a muttonchop moustache?





The moustache is gone.

It left a message, before it went:

It thanked you all for your support, especially those who donated so kindly to the Movember fund.

And it urged you all not to mourn its passing. All beauty is fleeting, it said. Flowers bloom then wither. Every song comes to an end. Even the stars themselves will one day fade.

This is not cause for sorrow, but celebration. We must revel in such magnificence while it lasts, and let its memory fill our hearts with joy.

So go in peace, it concluded. Live lives of wonder.


And that is why the moustache is gone.

Also: come on. Muttonchops?

Comments

[jan-event.livejournal.com]

Dear and gentle friend. I cannot believe that you too have been so brainwashed. The beard isn't neither a shield nor a mask: quite to the contrary, it is your true face, which you mindlessly destroy every morning. Your unique self that sits just underneath your skin hoping you will one day love yourself enough to allow it's radiance to inform the world.

If you say to me now that the past month was anything less than the most free, the most heroic, the most YOU that you have ever felt, well...

Why do you think they call it a bare-faced lie?

[sharplittlteeth.livejournal.com]

They call it a bare-faced lie because a bare face normally indicated openness and honesty. As opposed to all those shifty hairy types.

If you say to me now that the past month was anything less than the most free, the most heroic, the most YOU that you have ever felt, well... </>

Actually, quite the opposite happened. The more the moustache grew, the less I felt like myself.

Oh, it looked good. That's not just vanity - too many people genuinely said I should keep it. He was a handsome fellow, that man with the burnsides.

But he was stranger to me. So the moustache is gone.

Is there not something heroic in being true to yourself?

Besides, it did its job, raised its donations, and then was gone. Surely that's better than overstaying your welcome, stretching the excitement so thin it transmutes into tedium?

Always leave them wanting more.