I hate not writing, I hate coming home and seeing all these notifications in my inbox telling me that one of you guys has posted something new and I then procrastinate to read it. I’ve fallen so behind on some of my favourite blogs now it’s unreal. It was so easy last year when I was out of work because I didn’t have much else going on in my head but now I spend pretty much the entire day in front of a computer, my brain cells slowly dying, my blood pressure slowly rising and by the time I come home all I want to do is hide from the world because after all, it’s hard to be constantly charming and awesome all day long.
The most interesting thing I’ve done recently is shaving off all of my hair; I know, sad.
Not sad because I’m now a shaven chimp but sad because that’s the most interesting thing that’s happened.
Lily was the one that gave me an idea to write about my hair so you can blame her for this piece of shit hah! The hair growth began back in November when someone asked to see what I looked like when my hair grew (as I usually look like a human microphone) then I decided to keep growing it, at the same time I thought it’d be cool to try and actually grow a beard, I’d never grown one before so I wanted to see what it was like.
Six months down the line I’d grown a fairly hairy face as you can see above. There’s always good and bad points of having long hair, the main good one being no one asked me why I had an unsightly scar on my head every five minutes, the bad being the fact that it added an extra 20 minutes to my morning trying to straighten out my bed hair, not to mention constantly dropped food in there. As the beard grew I also used to get bed beard, it’s a right pain in the arse. It did however keep me warm in these winter months.
I did want to keep growing the hair but it becomes tiresome and I want those 20 minutes of sleep so I decided that I’d get my hair shaved, obviously the beard had to stay just to show people what it looked like.
I looked alright so long as I walked around in public wearing a hat, people would have just thought I was some sort of white Kimbo Slice, I was torn on whether to keep or lose the beard, I did want to keep growing it but to what end? Plus it looked daft having no hair so I left it for a few days so everyone at work could see how truly epic the beard was.
Another reason I wanted to keep it is because as people told me it makes me look “ten years older” and that must have been true because I hadn’t be ID’d for anything once when buying alcohol or cigarettes. Without the beard I have such a babyface but it had to be done and as I shaved it so many things went through my head, like, wow my head looks small, wow my face is cold, has my head shrunk?, my heads definitely shrunk and maybe I should just leave it like this…
But nevermind, my face has gotten used to the cold now; I’m back to looking handsome instead of homeless and there’s always next winter to grow another epic beard.