jp_nyc said:
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Over the top anxiety this morning. Trying to rein it in with tranquilizers.
^What he said.
So on Wednesday I got bored. I've had a goatee or whatever you call a moustache + chin beard for like 5 years, and it's pretty much fecking white, and together with no haircut in a year I looked like a damn reject from Duck Dynasty.
Now, I have no problem with such facial hair as a general proposition, but as an old school punk rocker, facial hair was pretty much for hippies, and to my subconscious mind that's what always is brought to mind on me having any. But after my neck and left-side jawline got all disfigured from surgery 5 years ago, I figured that a goatee would draw the eye away from the fact that like half my face is caved in. So that's why it's there.
Or it
was there. Being bored, I shaved it.
HUGE FUCKING MISTAKE.
Although, yes it had been drawing the eye away from the caved-in lower jawline, it had
also been hiding other disfigurements. Ones that have gotten decidedly worse in the last five years. First, my jaw has gotten more and more misaligned over time, as I'm pretty sure the hinge on the left side is no longer properly attached. So now my mouth is crazy crooked, and the beard helped hide that.
But wait, there's more.
Also, just under my lower lip, but only on one side (oddly, the right side), the flesh has gotten all blown up, so it looks like I got a chaw in there under my lip, or I got the hives, or something. Plus, further down, on the left side of my chin, it's got this weird mottled lumpy appearance. Like when people get bad collagen implants and they migrate.
All of that had been covered or at least minimized by the facial hair. Depressing as fuck to want/need to wince, or cry, or both, every time you walk past a mirror. I guess I should be glad there's a huge box of delivery beer out in the garage. Because I've been hitting it pretty hard for the past couple days. Just overwhelming depression and not wanting to do anything. About something stupid that I can't control. But of course, it's that very lack of control that
makes it so fucking depressing.
Beard regrowth in progress, but it'll take weeks before it begins to partially hide all this hideous shit again. Good thing I never leave the house.
I guess.