A new ritual

Last month I decided to ditch the electric shaver just for shits and giggles and use a real razor.

I realize I may be the only one of my peers shaving my face with gel and, gasp, a real fucking razor. None of this six-blade, micro-engineered bullshit. A real shaving kit. After the old-school novelty faded, a new benefit emerged.

The nightly ritual has become a time to take a good look at myself and assess what I'm made of. I think about what I stand for, I think about my relationships with others, I think about the ups of my day. It's ten minutes of my day that drive me to introversion. Ten minutes to myself and only myself. Ten minutes to focus on a simple task and not...

fuck, I just cut myself and it's never gonna stop bleeding.