shaving

i did it again.

i waited so long, that i really had no other option.

at least, that's what i told myself before i finally picked it up and plugged it in.

i eyed it for a few minutes before i actually took it off the shelf and used it, though. i was thinking about the first time i did this. i was in someone else's bathroom. the razor hung conveniently in the shower. so much sleeker than mine. i knew it would be a much quicker, smoother shave. so i used it. it was weird ... i felt like i was stealing.

this time, though, it was in my own bathroom. and the razor was electric.

where should i test it out? i thought about it as i stared at myself in the mirror.

if i tried it on my face and it didn't work, i'd be in some trouble. i tried my chest hair.

ouch! ... it worked.

so i started on my face, thinking, why do i always wait so long? and in my mind i was thinking how pleased i'd be in mere seconds when the quick, dry, electric shave job was complete and my face looked clean.

but it took some effort. the razor did not quite glide as much as i thought it would. it didn't really even cut as much as i thought it would. i really had to work the thing to get the job done.

my right cheek complete, i began thinking of the blue disposable razors behind my mirror that i had brought with me.

are they really any less work? i thought. sure, they might not look as nice, but i bet it'd take just as long. i was thinking this out, staring into a face one-third shaved.

i tapped out the headpiece of the stolen electric razor and put it back on my roommate's shelf. i picked up the tiny blue disposable razor and got back to work.

it really was work, i had to scratch and rinse and wash and scrub and pay careful attention to not miss any spots. but, i didn't mind. i was getting the job done just as fast, and at least it was my razor. i had been the one that waited so long, so perhaps i deserved it ... i needed to work a bit harder to teach myself the lesson.

now, the skin on my neck burns a bit. the disposable razor was worked beyond it's potential, so i have some tiny cuts as evidence of a dulled, overworked blade. but, i am glad i put his electric one down. it would have taken me just as long with just as much work. and i think i would have had that feeling again ... that i stole something.

instead, i'm sitting in my room now, laughing over the patch of chest hair missing from my flat ribs and i'm watching the sky get bluer out my window as i get dressed for work.

sure, my neck burns a bit. yes, there are some cuts. but i think my face looks nice. and i did it with my razor, no one else's.