dirty hippy beard be damned!!
It’s finally that time of year, ladies and gents. It’s time for this damn itchy beard to come off.
I’ve been doing this seasonal beard thing for the last couple of years, where I start growing it in for the winter months, on the premise that it keeps my face that extra 1.3% warmer, but mostly because it saves me a few minutes trying to shave in the mornings, and it’s a lot harder to get out of bed in December and January than it is in the warmer, sunnier months.
When the days get a little longer and warmer, though, it’s time for the damn thing to come off. This usually earns mixed reactions from people, from the utterly clueless “Is there something different about you today?” to people that are glad to see my old look come back to others that, for some reason, kinda liked the beard. For that last group, I can only assume they haven’t had to deal with having a bunch of goddamn itchy hair growing out of their face. Me, I’m glad to be rid of it for the summer.
I should point out that if you’re evenly mildly saddened by this news, take heart, because Karl has heroically taken up the slack by growing his beard in. Karl, I salute you.
In other news, I’m now entering month number six of not getting a hair cut. This is the longest my hair has ever been in my adult life and I am not quite sure what to do with all of it. Also, tomorrow I’ll begin week number two of kicking the coffee habit (save for my Sunday morning cappuccinos), which is something I do every few months since I refuse to be addicted to anything. So far, I am happy to report that nobody has been injured during this round of caffeine withdrawal. I’ll keep you posted.
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