Shaving

One of the most miserable experiences of my day is having to shave. I can't stand it. It is like 15 minutes of torture from the time I begin until the time I stop.

I started out having to shave at a young age. All the other boys in my class still had baby smooth skin, but not me. My mustache was getting so dark and thick the SCHOOL made me shave before I could return to class. I know, it sounds crazy in this day and age, but this was circa 1980 and back then they said junior high boys with mustaches looked "thuggy". And lack of compliance didn't get you out of homework, it got you spanked. Then again by mom when you got home, and a few shots from dad upon his arrival.

By the time I was 13 I was having to shave basically every day. And as I got older, the faster it grew and the tougher my hair became. But I still don't like having a beard, or even a mustache, so I shave nearly every day that I have to work outside the home.

Of course, once I found a great shaving cream that actually worked, but it was expensive as could be. I guess it cost too much for everyone else because after a couple of years, it disappeared off the shelves.

I just wanted to rant for a bit before I go and start raking the razor over my face. Once again.