I have a strange relationship with facial hair. If I grow a ‘stache I’ll get sick of it and shave; but if I shave it all off I’ll start growing it again very soon.
It’s this weird day/night, or on/off dynamic that seems to control most things in my life.
And it’s these things, while everyone seems to focus on the person I am, that seem to matter.
It doesn’t matter to me — I don’t care too much about my reputation. All I’m focusing on is how to make the world a better place... by smiling and saying hello to the supermarket clerk whose shift is dragging by, by giving all my spare change to the homeless guy. You know, just little things and when I do those things, I feel much better about myself.