Failure

As you may well know, I move through life on the assumption that I am better than most people at most things, and when focused on any particular task or skill, given time I can be better than just about everybody- let's say the 99th percentile level or so. Before you cite my high school GPA or some other mediocre performance in my past, I easily write off such failures as examples of me not really caring enough to try- or redirecting back into my court- for example I will gladly tell you that I probably had the highest GPA of all the students who vowed never to do homework, which is what I did. Got A's on tests and projects, but never turned in many daily assignments. More on this at a later date- back to the topic du jour. I am convinced that I can do anything I set my mind to better than just about everybody- anything you can do I can do better. So when I run into something that I can't do, it's a big brick wall.

My latest unbeatable adversary: Quality Facial Hair

I secretly tried to grow a moustache over the last five days, for no reason other than to see if I could. I'm not really a big fan of having a moustache, but I'd like the option.

As I'm sure you are thinking, five days does not grow a decent moustache on even the manliest of men- Chuck Norris, Tom Selleck and Jesus would be notable exceptions. But nearly any full grown post-pubescent, testosterone producing man (and many Mediterranean women), if their upper lip were to go unshaved for 120 hours, would at least have a noticeable fuzz. I, as it turns out, cannot produce even the slightest Alabama Caterpillar. My feeble attempt went absolutely un-noticed.

No one at work, no one at school.

My wife didn't even notice. Cut me deep, she did. I kissed her every day, and no noticeable reaction from the added slight stubbliness.

I shaved the failing fuzz yesterday morning.

Is it odd that my Razors last me 6 months before going dull?



I have to re-think my place in this world.