Call it an oversimplification, but I believe the three stages in the life of a man can be summed up as follows:
The key to success in human life, wearing a male body, is to arrive at “disproven” with a sense of humor instead of disappointment.
So it was well after my birth, in my season of arrogance, that I decided I wanted to grow a beard. For the life of me I cannot remember what stimulated this notion, but understanding my mindset in that season, it had something to do with being sexy. Because being sexy in the arrogant period of macho life is Number 1 on the Top 5 of important goals.
Of course, you know the problem.
Each one of us is issued a body filled with genetic mishaps, and within that body are limitations. As it turned out, one of mine was the ability to grow a decent beard.
I should have suspected this since I don’t really need to shave every day and only do so to keep up with the “Bill Joneses.”
So since I don’t need to shave all the time, it’s highly unlikely that my face is going to suddenly sprout a bush.
And it didn’t.
It grew in various portions of acreage, leaving other areas deserted.
I was unable to grow any hair on my cheeks, so my beard made me look like I was trying to become a Jew instead of a gigolo.
I used eyebrow pencil to fill it in for a long time, before finally one day I looked in the mirror and pitied my poor efforts.
As it turns out, I can grow a mustache and a soul patch.
I call it a beard. This shall satisfy my need for arrogance as I continue on in my understanding of being disproven.
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