The evil that beards do

I recently part-shaved my beard, leaving me with just a goatee. It’s weird because most of the time I have a beard, and on the occasions that I shave it off, I’ll see myself in the mirror and think “Oh right, that’s what I actually look like.” More often than not, I’ll also think “Must lose some weight and that extra chin I’m carrying.”

But the goatee is disconcerting. Maybe it’s because I was brought up on a strict diet of sci-fi, but when I see my reflection in the mirror, my gut reaction is always: “It’s evil me from the mirror universe”. Star Trek, anyone?

So in my head, Goatee Wez is the Wez where George Bailey was never born and Buffy Summers never came to Sunnydale. It’s the Wez from the Demons ship in the “Angels and Demons” episode of Red Dwarf. It’s the Wez from the Age of Apocalypse. It's the Wez where Richard Nixon is still President.

That’s just how my mind works, sad but true.