The Illusion of the Handsome Devil in the Mirror

I had a moment of clarity during a Zoom meeting today: Sheryl was right. She’s been nudging me to get a haircut for weeks, but the reality didn't hit me until I caught a glimpse of my reflection on-screen. Someone in the meeting suggested hair gel to tame the chaos, but unfortunately, there isn’t enough hair left for the gel to stick to—even in a crisis.

You may wonder how I managed to ignore the evidence in my bathroom mirror for so long. The credit goes to my electric toothbrush. It vibrates my head with such precision that my hair strands settle into place like grain stalks being mowed down, briefly maintaining the illusion that I am a handsome devil."