just a story fer t'day.
I'm not the only one with my head in the clouds (or stuck somewhere else) these days. Case in point:
I've only ever shaved my mustache for ORI inspections. That's it. Maybe 10 times total since I grew the thing in my early twenties. I have a baby face without it.
I shaved the thing off yesterday. I was just tired of the thing looking like it was trying to eat my top lip and it's hot, so I shaved it off. Taking a big gash out it whilst trimming it may or may not have also played a part in the decision.
Nobody noticed.
Not Miss June, not the guys I work with, or the few people I talked to at church. Nobody really noticed and I wondered if they really didn't notice or they just didn't say anything.
Without it, I look like my son Jake these days (sorry about that kiddo). I noticed that today. I also noticed something the other day when I was looking in a mirror. I'm not skinny by any means but I'm not really that fat anymore. That's when I noticed I'm really tall. Years of bumping my head on things didn't let me see that. I know that sounds stupid but I've never looked at me from the perspective of how other people see me. I just saw me and that was it.
I think that's a change in me. I do care how others see me. I'm no fashion plate and my hair will always look like I never brush it five minutes after I do unless I put a ton of goop in it. I care about how others react to me because if I look like hell (pardon the expression), cuss like a sailor, etc.. then how would someone react if I wanted to talk about Jesus with them.
I've never seen myself as tall. I knew I was, but I never saw it until the other day. Just like people didn't notice I'd shaved off my mustache, I suppose. They all knew it was me, just that there was something different they couldn't quite put their fingers on.
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