greener grass

Lately I think I would enjoy being a man with a huge beard who wears flannel shirts and glasses and looks extremely serious all of the time. I'd smoke a pipe and all of my books would be hardcovers and I wouldn't laugh at things that aren't funny. I might not laugh at all. If anything, I'd have a baritone sort of chuckle that I'd let out only on worthy occasions. I guess I'm just having a gender dysphoric kind of day.