I’ve grown a beard.
This wasn’t on purpose but it wasn’t exactly accidental either. I didn’t just wake up what morning to be greeted by the site of a beard in the mirror nor was it an attempt to save money in the uncertain economic times but cutting down on razor blade usage.
I thought I was going to be away from home for a week or so and wasn’t fussed that I would be ‘heavily stubbled’ by the time I got home. But I ended up being away for over a month and I passed that imaginary line in the sand from stubble to beard.
I should really have a picture of myself to illustrate my new found facial hair but that would be the first time I showed my face on my own blog an force me to lose my anonymity. A choice I made when I started up the blog, I guess from a type of paranoia and lack of blogging experience.
Now I don’t really care if my face adorns the blog, but it would be wrong to I guess almost lie by using a picture that looks nothing like my everyday appearance as the only picture of me wouldn’t it?
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I kind of enjoy my stubbled state when I get there. Most of the time I shave it off eventually, but once in a while I try to fool myself into thinking that I can grow something substantial. HAH. The results usually aren’t bad, but I’m certainly not a hairy mofo. Eventually my patience wears thin and despite my will to try to make it grow for a longer period of time it all usually comes off in a moment of weakness.
I had such a day yesterday. I feel like I look strange now. Whatever.
I don’t think I woudl have ended up like this if I had thought about it, but now I kind of like it. Its on borrowed time though, it wont still be around come the New Year