Back in 2006 I decided that I didn’t want to bother with shaving any more. I can’t recall the exact reasons, but it most likely had to do with me being lazy and deciding I’d rather just not deal with it anymore. So, I stopped shaving and grew a beard. I didn’t do it because I particularly wanted a beard. I hadn’t actually considered what having a beard would be like – I just did it. It turns out I also liked having a beard, so it worked out pretty well.
Last week, after my face had been itchy for a couple of days of bad allergies and with the temperatures soaring, I decided it was time for a change. I shaved it all off.
So here it is, a week later, and I’m still clean shaven*. I remember now why I hated shaving and eventually stopped doing it. I remember WHY I liked having a beard. But now I also remember what it was like without a beard – something I had forgotten over the past five years.
Despite hating shaving, and liking a beard, I don’t think I’ll grow mine back anytime in the near future. I’ll probably give it until the weather starts turning cold again.
