(cross posted) Starting at the end of August I spent about 3 weeks camping during which time I chose not to shave. When I finally returned to civilization I realized a few things: I hate shaving and I like having a beard. I haven't touched it since -- it has been growing unattended for a little over 3 months now and I plan on trimming it, a bit, in Feb.
so i'm at work and this fabulously well-groomed young man in a navy blazer with a classy gold crest comes up to the counter lookin to buy a phillip k. dick book and the only thing i can do is stare at his beautiful bountiful beard. for example, most times i ask "would you like a bag?" after ringing someone up, this time i said, "would you like a beard? BAG! would you like a bag?" he smiled a wonderful smile lovingly framed by bristly chestnut-colored hairs. he turned down the bag. i gave him his change. he looked in my eyes a fraction of a second longer than is socially acceptable as i wished him a good afternoon. i melted.
lately, i have been cultivating a beard. not my own, of course, but that of another. it raised an interesting question for me: is it harder to just start growing a beard (throwing caution to the wind, mountain man on vacation, etc.) or to turn full-beard from the humble beginnings of goatee and sideburns? i was afraid that the beardo would be resistant to the pull of the full beard, but he has been surprisingly compliant. i guess beards really are just that great.