This thing - it has gone on for too long. It makes me disgusted of myself and irritable all the time. Every day when I look into the mirror, it's not the bloodshot eyes or the stubble that hasn't been trimmed for weeks that bother me - its this thing i have to face as I stare at my reflection.
It happens to me from time to time, you know. It's easy to not watch out and keep track of what you are up to when life gets a tad busy. You think you are all out of it, and you slowly slip back into old ways. The last time was a few months ago - but that was winter, but then I at least have the excuse that winters are depressing. This time around, I didn't even realize.
But there is still hope. There always is. In fact, what surprises me is how easy the remedy is, and how in spite of it, I allow myself to be this way.
An elderly arabic gentleman who lives in my neighborhood and plays the Oud will be my saviour. For today is hair-cut day.