Why Did I Have To Wake Up?

I shaved off my beard (pitiful thing that it was) this morning. Just woke up with the overwhelming urge to get rid of it, and before I even brushed my teeth, zip, zip, zip, the stupid-looking little tuft was gone. I was so proud of it when it first started growing, but the past couple of days it has made me feel like a fake, like a kid with hair glued to my face. Like I was desperate to signify myself as something I'm not yet and may never be.

I may well have lost my boyfriend. Grey, I mean. If so, it's mostly my fault. I have a knack for finding the sweetest, kindest, most patient people in the world, and then driving them right out of my life. Four months is a bit of a speed record, though. He just sent me some sweet texts about how he loves me. I'll be damned if I know why he does, though.

And so it goes ... and so it goes ... and so will you soon, I suppose.