When I had my mustache ~ Jolly as could be, very friendly, very enthusiastic about life.
When I began shaving my mustache in the mirror ~ Man, It's been like years since I've seen myself without a bit of hair there. This might get me more women, being all clean and such!
Immediately after shaving ~ Man, It looks like I'm 18 again. Not a bad thing, per say, but wow. This is... different yet familiar.
Day After ~ Okay, everyones like 'Whoa dude never seen you without that!' (I hadn't shaved it off since getting a job at REI, big camping store)
Four days after ~ WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. I HATE MY LIFE. I'M GOING TO POST DEPRESSING THINGS ON FACEBOOK. SAD LOVE SONGS. CRYING ALL THE TIME!
Point of post; Don't shave.
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You should have kept half of it. Then you would feel just "okay".
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With facial hair I look like a rapist, but I don't mind it with some manly stubble (as manly stubble as my 18 year old face allows).
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If I don't shave, I feel disgusting.
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My beard is the source of my power....
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With me its the opposite. I noticed a small patch of grey in my wiskers. Now I want them shaved and gone. If I don't shave I see them, and hate life.
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I'm hairless, yet I'm still depressed. Explain this, OP.
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Okay.