For a few weeks of a few months out of every year I'll grow out a mustache + beard, basically as a default setting when "depression shaves" set in during the winter season, aka "I have stopped caring about general appearance and matters of personal grooming."
It's only a matter of time before becoming acutely aware that there's hair sitting on top of my upper lip, which is most disturbing. It also begins to be a factor in eating, to say nothing of the subzero snot-cicles adorning the face pelts of large, fur-bearing arctic mammals.
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