A while back, a few friends told me about a mustachio bashio (mustache party) and asked for me to participate. I had a 2 week beard at the time and hastily shaved the outlines of what I thought was a killer 'stache at the time. The next morning, I realized how ridiculous I looked. Before shaving it off, I pondered how I would appear with a proper mustache. So, I kept it.
Through the weeks I encountered various opinions. Good, bad, weird, repulsed, etc. Through these confrontations I discovered that my mustache was a social filter-weeding out those worthy of true friendship and some I have otherwise wasted time interacting with. Support came mostly from close friends, and scornful remarks from people I have encountered a level of disrespect from before. Time to spend what precious free time I have nowadays with the people who matter most.
If you can't see past the 'stache, then you don't know me.
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