So Human, So Beautiful

I look into the mirror and try to see what another human would see. My beard is months old, scraggly and dirty, my balding head covered with wisps of gray. I take out the scissors and start to clean it up. Thoughts of other people, being with other people, force their way to the surface, and I push them back. If I think about them too much, I’ll get too excited.

After two hours I feel I’ve done everything I can for my appearance. I’ve used up the last of my soap to scrub my body. I’ve shaved off most of my hair, but left some of my beard, trimmed neatly as. My clothes look like hell.