(Edit: This somehow got put in Draft instead of Posting. Date should be 8/16/2011. Going to post now, as it's interesting to read at this point as I read back).
It's a personal revelation post! Feel free to ignore if you don't like reading introspective bull shit.
For those of you that don't know (which is probably not many people), I decided to remove the entirety of my facial hair this weekend. To some, I'm sure this is not a big thing, but considering it's been around a decade or so since I've completely removed the chin-fuzz, it was a big deal to most. Heck, it was a big deal to me, but I've had a hard time trying to figure out why.
So I take a look in the mirror a bit ago. This, in itself, is a bit strange: normally, when in front of a mirror, I'm either (a) blind, as I don't have glasses on, (b) washing my hands so I don't pay attention, or (c) shaving/trimming hair, so I'm only paying attention to details. Me standing in front of a mirror simply to look at myself is different. My reaction seems even more strange, though, as I realize that, for a moment, I actually recognize myself, a feeling I haven't had in a while.
For a moment, I'm terribly confused. I've had my face one way for years now, THAT should be the face I recognize. Why do I feel like this is face that I own, not the one I've worn for longer than I really remember (the years have kinda blurred, don't judge me)? I've really never felt like I was staring at a stranger int he mirror before, but there is definitely a sense of "self" I feel now. Before, I was staring a picture, a rendering, but now... Now that's me looking back at me.
