I was sitting in my car at an intersection yesterday when a guy who looked like this walked by in the crosswalk:
At first, I thought he had badly done blackface on. As he got closer, I saw that he was just covered with facial hair.
As someone who guards the appearance of each little chin hair with the vigilance of a doberman waiting for a prowler, I had a hard time wrapping my mind around that.
How awful, I thought. This guy has to go through life with this unusual problem. I am sure people stare at him all day long. I know I did.
No matter who he is, no matter what he knows, no matter what he does, he will always be the Wolfman guy to most people. I wonder who would fall in love with him. I hate to admit it, but I couldn't.
The awful thing is not that he is covered in a large amount of hair. I mean, people survive having hairy heads, chests, legs...hair is not that big a deal.
The awful thing is that people can't get over him having hair all over his face, that they recoil. (I am including me in "people.")
I have to admit it totally freaked me out.
I wish the world could be a little kinder, starting with me.