There is a lot that goes into a beard. You think having kids is hard? You have never really known the pain of having an extra inch of your beard removed by the barber. The pain is equivalent to losing a limb to a bear on a cold snowy night. Believe me, I have gone through it.
I have been growing and maintaining a beard for the last 10 years and I am in love with it; and unlike girls who have told me they love me, it loves me back for real and stays with me even during the bad times. We have seen mean women, back stabbing friends, bitchy colleagues and pathetic bosses and won over all of them together.
I had to do it because I started loving her. I got rid of my beard and started to look like a 10-year-old kid.
I lost my identity and my confidence. I was afraid of the mice and protein milk shake took place of the whiskey in my life. The bike rides were no more an option. No matter where I’m going, I was holding her hand and asking her for things and stuff. She was ruling my world and I was helpless. I was just following her around, asking for permission to go out, meet friends and even watching TV.
All of a sudden one morning, when I went to the bathroom to shave, my beard started talking to me. She asked me if I was happy with my new life and how were things without her.
Now things are back to older days, I oil her every day. No more cutting and trimming. It’s all beard care and her shopping bags now.