So yeah. I was bored. I had to do something. I had already organized the garage so the only other option was to start growing facial hair. I grew it out quietly. Didn’t shave the beard for several weeks. When I did, I trimmed it all but the upper lip and after about 9 weeks of this charade I unleashed the “Val Kilmer in Tombstone” look alike. It was ridiculous, but it was new and different so I liked it. Here’s what I learned during this journey of wearing a mustache.
1. We are all judgmental. Most of the times it’s subconscious and probably not on big issues. But at some level or another if were all honest with ourselves, will find that we are judgmental human beings. At one point I made the comment about myself. I said, “If I saw myself sitting in a bar, I would never go and sit beside me”. Ouch! A friend questioned my comment and left me thinking how I was judging myself! For over 8 weeks, numerous people both friends and strangers alike, made comments about my mustache. Most were cute, funny comments taken tongue-in-cheek. A few were out right rude. Either way, I learned we can all be judgmental (myself included). If we’re judging on the trivial, I’m sure we judge on the important stuff.
2. We should let things be. When I was growing up one of my best friends on the planet liked Avril Lavigne. Some people railed him for this. His response was always clever and put people in their place. He simply said, I like what I like. He enjoyed what he liked and wasn’t concerned with other peoples’ perspectives or opinions. My buddy was honest – and he liked what he liked. Let people like what they like (even if it’s “bad music”, sports, or hipster suspenders). Just for the record, I made fun of this same “Avril loving friend” for liking football because I was in a music snob phase. Sorry bro!
3. We should have more fun. Although at times having a mustache was disgusting (food got caught in it, it would tickle my lower lip, etc), it was fun. It was fun to see people engage with me on a new level. It was fun to see people engage in a positive and sometimes in a negative way. Either way it was fun.
I love watching my daughters play. They make up super silly games and have a blast doing it. Sometimes their actions are ridiculous. But it’s always fun.
Go. Have Fun.