After many, many years I dispatched my goatee in favor of a scruffy look.
I had been known for over a decade for rocking the goatee, but now I will rock something else. What will that be you might ask? Well, that remains to be seen... rock is not predictable. I just grew the goatee one day and it stuck. It was magical much like the Abbey Road record or Thriller. You have that magic and you are content enjoying the ride. Then one day you may find yourself holding on too tight when you didn't realize you were holding on at all. Will I stumble into more magic in the near future? I can't say, the goatee may have been the pinnacle, but of course tomorrow never knows.
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deanna:
i like this better, you look younger
venice:
I think you're right. And I think the reason I'm so afraid of so many kinds of pain is that I've never really had to experience any of them. I know that I would get through them if they were there. I always feel kind of guilty about it. My parents are still together (I'm almost the only person I know), no one I love has died (yet), I've never even been broken up with (although my breaking up with other people has been painful enough). It seems almost ridiculous.