I’m glad that I have this beard(?) of mine to tinker whenever my hands seem to be idle. It’s better than punching my boss or mashing the boobs of other female employees here in the office.
I get to twist my chin hair with my fingers like I’m some sort of Sisa, whenever I think of something or I have nothing to do on a lazy afternoon.
It’s kind of a weird feeling. Like a rough pad on your face. Like the ones you use in dishwashing. It’s ticklish and kind of relaxing.
Now the thing here is that if I ever I shave this patch of curly and rough skin on my chin is that I might look for something similar to rub my fingers into.
I might rely on my pubic area. It’s a no-no on public places and meetings.
I hope I get to retain this up until it gets white.
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