It was by no means an ideal situation and I found myself postponing shaving until it was at itching point - which is also the most painful point at which to shave. I even grew a goatee - possibly twice - and definitely attempted a beard (more than a few times). This year I decided this shit had to change. I had fallen into a vicious circle of not wanting to by a new blade because of the expense, only to rip my face apart with the blunt old blade which I refused to replace.
I went to the fountain of knowledge that is the internet to look for answers. My first stop on the internet was to the fountain of knowledge that is Michael Dooley. I would consider Dooley as thorough a researcher as there is. The following conversation ensued:
I took his advice to the word and bought the suggested items. The main one was a new chrome safety razor, nothing like the pieces of shit that you find at the local pharmacy. I was pretty terrified to buy it at first even though the name hints at added protection for my jugular (and therefore my life) but I only saw it as an instrument of imminent death. Introducing an element of danger into the bathroom is a sure way to spice up your shave life, I assure you. Not only that, but it gives a shave smoother than Michael Buble's voice dressed in silk sliding down a bowling lane. I've gone so far as to buy myself what amounts to my own shaving kit, complete with a shaving bowl, badger-hair brush, and even some aftershave that I didn't buy out of a stall at an agricultural show.
The point is that I managed to turn something that bothered me almost daily into something that I now enjoy and look forward to. As an added bonus, I now have my own items to leave lying around the sink and teetering over the edge of the shelf above the toilet. If I start taking care of my eyebrows next, things could get really interesting.