2 Monday’s ago I was talking to a bowler who had a beard and he made a comment that he’d never seen me with a beard. I said that I’d grow it out for 3 weeks until the first night of the Fall season and he’d shave off his beard. Here is what I looked like after 8 days.
I ended up shaving yesterday because the beard was too scratchy and it’s one part of my life that I don’t need to add an unnecessary thought process about. It’s not the worse look, it just isn’t me.
Which brings me to another part of my life when I was taking a shit and looked down at my impeccably formed bonsai bush to see a tinge of gray.
Oddly enough, it didn’t/doesn’t bother me much. It’s a natural part of aging. Any part of life that’s natural, you can’t lose sleep over. I’m a 34 year old and gray hair will start popping up sooner rather than later. It’s also possible that the gray pube wasn’t even gray because I haven’t noticed any more instances. If I was in the shower and my hair was falling out as I washed it, that may concern me a bit more. Gray pubes though, NBD.
An odder thought that keeps permeating through my brain is how your body subconsciously knows how to breathe when you sleep. It’s not like I actively think about breathing when I’m awake, but I’m not actively thinking about anything when I’m sleeping. Last night I was dreaming about $20 dollar bets I was making on Andrew Putnam beating Ryan Armour in the first round of the BMW Championship. Weird shit. Like so obscure that it’s far out there. Back to sleeping though, I usually turn on the radio, lay as still as possible, then count backwards from 300 in multiples of 3. 297. 294. 291. 288. I never get past the 200’s and it’s not because I fall asleep, I get tired of counting. Figured I’d give you something to think about tonight.
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