It’s day 6 of sporting a tache for charity and having to make some serious sacrifices. Don still can’t look me in the face and the tache is starting to go through an awkward phase. I’m guessing the six day stage is like the terrible two’s. It’s starting to answer back. there’s little hairs here and there that are starting to bother me and some are longer than others so can, for the first time in my life, appreciate the need for a mustache maintenance kit. Just a teeny pair of scissors would be ideal.
It’s also at the stage that it now looks serious. It perhaps doesn’t look like a joke or a thing for charity anymore. It’s not so bad when I’m with the Motache Homies crew as there is safety in numbers but out in public it’s a different story. I can feel the isolation. As I said it’s at that stage where it doesn’t look like a joke, I’m sure people think I’m a moustache loving guy with a wife who likes to stand a few feet way from her man and can’t look at his face. I’m not that guy! Don normally does look at me and she certainly doesn’t normally frown at me that much!
Anyway that’s where we’re at. There are sacrifices, real life sacrifices, ones that moustache wearers must face all the time and it’s given me a new found respect for these men of principle. But, that’s the challenge and it does give people a good great reason to sponsor the many men around the world donating their faces to this worthwhile charity. (HINT HINT – Go Here to DONATE)
Having said all that there is another side to all this. In amongst the anxiety and personal sacrifices there are moments, sometimes brief fleeting moments, where I catch my reflection and think “Wow, that’s a man with a tache.”. It’s these moments that keep me going, that make me straighten my back and smile. What scares me most though is that these fleeting moments are becoming more frequent and lasting longer. Maybe this isn’t a joke after all! Maybe I’ve always wanted a tache and never had the opportunity to embrace it without fear of being mocked or misunderstood. Who knows what the consequences may be at the end of the 30 days in November……. But for now it’s day 6, I’m still anxious and celibate and the journey continues.
