My Beard Facade

I probably should've done this blog a long time ago but if there is one thing you should know about me, its that I can be lazy. Lazy, as defined by dictionary.com is 'Resistant to work or exertion; disposed to idleness.' Some time ago, late October I decided, with the help of my online poll to grow a beard, or as I call it, save time by not shaving. Because it was decided via other people on my online poll on msn there was always the chance that I wouldn't be growing a beard. Which at first the poll looked that way, by the end however 'Yes' caught up and took over 'No', reaching the necessary 10 votes I decided upon.

Most people who voted 'Yes' wanted to see what I would look like, and point and laugh at my face. People who voted 'No' said I'd look bad or it wouldn't suit. Personally, being one of the few asians who could possibly grow a beard I wanted to see that I could, and what I would look like too.

So there I was, ready to grow a beard, all that was required of me was to not shave at all. October ended and November begun, I was a week into my beard growing, and almost instantly questions came at me at me about Movember, you know, the whole growing a moustache for prostate cancer. I had never heard of Movember before but now I had a sort of excuse for doing the whole beard thing, but I didn't like it (the connection) and I don't know why. I suppose I just picked the wrong time to grow the beard in the comfort on my own month without some cause getting in my way.

After a 2 or so weeks I looked sort of...scruffy, like a bum. As can be seen below...

Sings 'Hair hair hair!'

Eventually I soon found out that leaving it to grow would be akin to leaving your lawn to take care of itself, weeds would pop up if you don't mow it. So I shaved part of it to look a bit more presentable, thought not by much.


Moustache and Chinstache combo!

So what was it like with a beard? It sure made me feel a bit more older, and whenever i looked down or lower my chin the hairs would stab into my neck, causing discomfort, the remedy was the shave it of course. Having food stuck in your moustache isn't that great either (it was sauce, but with the hair, was hard to spot). Soon enough I found myself constantly picking at my beard, as if I was an old man, but it wasn't long enough to do the whole 'wise man stroke'. That would require more time, time I didn't want to go through just to do a stroke.

Of course with all ventures you have to finish at some point. The beard was starting to get annoying and I could see that maintaining a good looking beard (something I never had) was going to take up more time than it would to shave it all off. And after looking at how people maintain their beards and stuff (little scissors and some cream? No thanks) I certainly am not the type to go through that type of management, brushing my hair with a comb and water is maintenence enough for me. So after 4 weeks of beard growing fun I shaved it all off, using shaving cream...


Now that's a beard!


Gimme a kiss...

Now for the various comments I received during this adventure.

During Beard Facade
"Woah David, you look like you just came from prison!"
"Shave it!"
"Can I touch it?"
"Gun's don't kill people, people with beards kill people!"
"It suits you"
"Going to be the asian Jesus eh?"
"All you need is a turban and you'd look like an arab"
"You look like a bum"
"Next time I see you, it better be gone"

After Shave
"You look so different again"
"Now thats the David we all know!"

And it's going to be the David you will continue to know.

Clean shaven and unladen