On Facial Hair

She broke up with me two days later
I think she met her don juan in italy
She has a new man
I have a new mustache
Now all my friends are gonna call me mountain man
And everyone will think that i’m a stupid drifter
To walk the earth alone
I’ll never shave again
On the night she left me
Facial hair grew miraculously
I dressed in black like johnny cash
And grew this beard of shame

- Razorburn, Lagwagon

I can romance the idea to something of a huge turning point in life but the silly punk song sums it up pretty well. She always hated my facial scruff growing into excess. Can’t say it was a definite reason for the breakdown of a 5 year relationship but it was one of the nails to the coffin.

At that point, as the song suggests, I just let go.  I’ll trim the thing here and there but for the most part I kept it going. Is it wrong to like the idea that it just makes me all the more look like an unmade bed no matter what I wear? No formal events in the calendar to make me consider shaving right now. It’s not even a good beard. I don’t think a clean cut Tony Stark look would work for me. I was aiming for an evil Obi Stane beard. It just adds to my already scary reputation in the office. I’m surprised to see others following in my lead. So now you see, I can’t stop. Because as I always say: Anything worth doing, is worth tits.