A Teenage Delusion

I don’t shave when I’m working nights.

I see it as my own little personal protest about having to be awake at ungodly hours, feeling crap for a week because of a lack of sleep and having my personal life ruined. I’m not a particularly hairy person. When I was in my teens I used to envy the boys who could grow decent stubble. Somehow they seemed that bit cooler and found it that bit easier to get the ladies and I always used to imagine that my life would be better if I too had the ability to grow facial hair.

I’m now in my mid-twenties and as I’m sitting here scratching my beard, I realise that it was all a teenage delusion. Life is not better with facial hair – just itchier.