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Written by Andy
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Wednesday, 18 October 2006 |
 I really don't like facial hair. It just takes so damn long to grow, and it looks like shit most of the time. Recently, I decided to try and grow a beard. It wasn't amazing, but it was a start. I come from a family that doesn't grow facial hair, so it was a big step for me. I think I'm kind of uptight when it comes to my appearance in public. I'm not one of those "handsome guys", but I do try to put a small bit of effort into my looks. So, when growing a beard, it's kind of awkward. You go from being "gruff-looking" to "shitty". Then, after a few weeks, you'll have a good start on a beard, and that's when the chicks come rolling in.
So, I started this beard thing because I was sick and tired of shaving all the time. My friend (who has a big beard) told me "Andy, you need to just stop shaving and grow something like what I've got!" This guy looks like a lumberjack, and I think it kind of fits his style. I told him I'd do it.
At first, I didn't like it. Just sitting around and watching my hair grow is, well, stupid. I started yanking on my hairs every once in a while. Apparently, that doesn't help. It felt like the longest 3 weeks of my life. I was irritable, I looked tired, I was drinking a lot of coffee. I even kicked my cat once. It was hell, folks. I just didn't like what I was becoming. I was looking like a mountain man! Call the zoo! Call the pound! Call the barber! Call somebody who can get this hair off my face!!! It seemed as though this facial hair was taking over my life! There was nothing I could do about it!
 But, then when I thought all hope was lost, someone mentioned to me about my long lost razor. Yes! I could shave this crummy hair right off my face! That will teach it! So, it was a dark and stormy night when I applied the shaving cream to my troubling hairs. I started slow. I wanted to see what sort of designs I could make in my face, first. I shaved into a gotee. That looked kind of cool. Then, I went for a mustache. Hell no! I don't trust anyone with a mustache. Nothing good has ever come from a man who has a mustache. That needed to be shortened into the Hitler 'stache. That one wasn't working, either. I finally clipped it all away and ended up back with my familiar face - bald from facial hair.
I will never try that experiment again. I was born to be clean-shaven! Don't try to change that!!! |
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Last Updated ( Sunday, 22 October 2006 )
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