BEARDS I love them. I hate them. They teach me patience. They remind me that I’m as impulsive as a 7-year-old. Each time I decide to grow a beard, I declare “I’m going to keep it forever this time”. And each time I grow a beard, I shave it in a moment of child-womanness-like-ness. Bearding is one of the only things in life that I cannot emotionally conquer. I’ll set a goal, and I’ll do really, really well until one day… Just like that. Boom. I shave. And it wouldn’t be so bad if I could just be content with a clean-shaven face. But I can’t. The beard…it will beckon to me time and time again. A beard is like trust. It takes years to build trust, and one second to destroy it. It takes months to grow a great beard, and one bad decision to lose it. I am very well acquainted with this fact. If you could put a beard on as quickly as you can take one off, I’d probably change in and out of it daily, like outfits. There are probably people in my life who think I have multiple personalities, due to my insistence upon playing “magical beards” every other month. Regularly people don’t recognize me because the previous week I had a beard. I don’t know why I can’t decide. I go ALL IN for a beard, or for a clean-shaven face, with gusto. And then I just change my mind. Bearding is not just a simple process of changing your face’s appearance. Growing a beard teaches you about yourself. It’ll teach you things you like and things you don’t. And it may drink your milkshake. Thus far, my beard owns me, and not the other way around. Someday I’ll emotionally conquer my beard. Someday. Until then, I will continue to baffle myself and my acquaintances with neurotic changes to my appearance. At least my Mend Mark Beard Shirt has an awesome beard with an awesome message that I rock all the time. More often than I should. Maybe I should buy another one. Post by: Adam Ford http://twitter.com/Adam4d

BEARDS

I love them. I hate them. They teach me patience. They remind me that I’m as impulsive as a 7-year-old. Each time I decide to grow a beard, I declare “I’m going to keep it forever this time”. And each time I grow a beard, I shave it in a moment of child-womanness-like-ness. Bearding is one of the only things in life that I cannot emotionally conquer. I’ll set a goal, and I’ll do really, really well until one day… Just like that. Boom. I shave. And it wouldn’t be so bad if I could just be content with a clean-shaven face. But I can’t. The beard…it will beckon to me time and time again.

A beard is like trust. It takes years to build trust, and one second to destroy it. It takes months to grow a great beard, and one bad decision to lose it. I am very well acquainted with this fact.

If you could put a beard on as quickly as you can take one off, I’d probably change in and out of it daily, like outfits. There are probably people in my life who think I have multiple personalities, due to my insistence upon playing “magical beards” every other month. Regularly people don’t recognize me because the previous week I had a beard. I don’t know why I can’t decide. I go ALL IN for a beard, or for a clean-shaven face, with gusto. And then I just change my mind.

Bearding is not just a simple process of changing your face’s appearance. Growing a beard teaches you about yourself. It’ll teach you things you like and things you don’t. And it may drink your milkshake. Thus far, my beard owns me, and not the other way around.

Someday I’ll emotionally conquer my beard. Someday. Until then, I will continue to baffle myself and my acquaintances with neurotic changes to my appearance. At least my Mend Mark Beard Shirt has an awesome beard with an awesome message that I rock all the time. More often than I should. Maybe I should buy another one.

Post by: Adam Ford

http://twitter.com/Adam4d