For the first time in my life, I have a beard. I’ve worn a mustache and goatee combo, commonly called a circular beard, but I’ve never just let everything grow before.
I love my beard. I love how it looks and I love how it feels. My girlfriend also loves my beard. She loves how it looks and she loves how it feels. She’s a man’s woman. So seemingly, all is right with the facial hair world. However, as the post title suggests, there is a dilemma.
Sometimes, I want an epic beard. Full and long, with a mustache so full and thick, it has to be waxed and combed to get under control. Like when I head to the gym, or put on a leather jacket because it’s cold outside and head to a movie or some such thing. But when I head to the office, or to meet a new client, I want a short, tight and well groomed beard with clean lines and defined shape. Clearly both cannot be had, so even though I’m bearded and happy, I still yearn, long and crave. Such, apparently, is the inherent unfairness of life itself.