It is, truly, one of the strangest things about us. When stared at for long periods of time (i’ve had lots of long periods of time on my hands lately) If begins to look so awkward, so very out of place and strange on our face. And yet…
It has a use, surely, a definite purpose, and yet - when contemplated- seems so very bizarre. I speak, of course, of the Nose.
To be rather cocky (it’s self, perhaps, a distant relative of the nose) for a moment, i know a hell of a lot of people. By divine right, i also have the ability to be an incredible jack ass upon occasion. By the entertaining (though at times brick ducking) combination of these two things i have discovered the following: 1) Several of the people i’ve had the pleasure to make the aquatance of are self conscious in regards to their olfactory off-shoots 2) By and large, those who are not already sensitive to how goofy their nose looks can become so with a few timely comments 3) The majority of the people i know become impressive marksmen after a few of these timely comments.
In some ways they are as singular as a fingerprint, in others they seem to be passed from parent to child like a bowl of gravy at Christmas dinner. They stand as a monolith to genetics set smack in the middle of our face. They look tough when broken, only run when they’re sick and smell. With out them we would have had to come up with some other way to hold up our glasses (we would have, too, and it would make perfect sense).
To the Nose, ladies and gentlemen.
Please feel free to make note of any nose related experiences or simply pay respects to this wonder of places hair grows out of. Thank you.