Ear Hair

When I was younger, so much younger than today… I was arrogant, so full of judgment and self importance. I would be disgusted by what seemed to me to be a human giving in to aging and laziness.
One thing that always grossed me out was the sight of ear hair.

I would say to myself, “shit, shave that Afro growing on your ear.” I would be incensed at the sight. My ear was always very cute — one girlfriend used to love to kiss it. So when I would notice an ear beard — I would lose respect for that person.

To me it always conveyed a sense of “slobitude” (Yes I think I coined that phrase). It just looked like a half-untucked shirt, an untied shoe or an unbrushed head of hair.
Take care of your looks man!

Then…I turned 40.
My hairline began to recede, my stomach to protrude and my eyesight to blur. One day as I was putting on my contact lenses, I saw something on my ear.
I ignored it.
The next day I was speaking with my son when he said, in his usual loving and sensitive way, “Dad you have an Afro growing on your ear!”

I laughed him off. “OK, funny.” Then I ran to the bathroom, I took a selfie of my ear and I saw that bushel of hair.
My cute ear was now a man. If my wife kissed it she could probably floss with it. No wonder she…