Dear Dream book,
diary, I always forget it’s dreambook. Where do I even begin? *sigh* It’s been four months. Four… months. IT’S BEEN FOUR MONTHS and this “thing” on my face is not going anywhere anytime soon and I don’t know what I feel about it .
Ever since I can remember, I wanted facial hair. I constantly talked to you about it in diary one “The chronicles of a beardless teenager” way before you became my dream book. I really wanted a full beard simply cause I thought I would look really cool and badass. :-) But alas the universe was against me, against me and my dreams *sob*. At that point in time I realized my limitations as a human and I knew I'm not going to be able to grow a beard. I really did want one though.
Oh dear, remember the first time? It was magical wasn’t it? I woke one morning went to the mirror to wash my face and BOOM. There it was staring at my face in all its glory. Three strands, three strands of beautiful hair on my chin taking a breath of fresh morning air for the first time. I was so elated. Being 16 I felt like I had just found my purpose in life. TO GROW A BEARD. That day I walked all over school chin up so that everyone could see my accomplishments. No one was allowed to touch them and at some point I actually considered having a stand in the field during funkies so people could line up and see what it was actually like to have a beard. I felt like Chuck Norris. Maybe I should change my name? Chuck Tim Norris: I don’t shave my beard. My beard just grows to a perfect length then stops….hmmm…We will think about it. :-)
Sadly, the first two-month journey of my beard was just patchy strands of microscopic hair and it was a living nightmare. Imagine going for funkies with a beard that looks like a cat fought with three other cats, a pair of scissors then tossed it in the drier. And all the poor cat has to show is the patches on his/her fur. It was a disaster. All the excitement I had slowly slipped away. It’s pretty much like taking a moustache to a beard fight; you cannot win no matter what. Even shaving became a problem. At one point I had pimples the size of my thumb and it wasn’t pretty. It’s not easy to shave patches of hair. :-(
Four months down the line everything has changed. A glimmer of hope, a new start to my beard chronicles. All of a sudden I wake this morning and ‘oops I have a beard.’ And I’m not talking about patches of strands…I have an actual beard…a full beard. :-) Finally!!*proceed to do the Macarena* For the first time in a long time I feel like I am on top of the world. I feel like I have the mane of Mufasa.*queue ‘oh I just can’t wait to be king’*
Or not. People are giving me weird stares. All of a sudden I feel old. I feel like Mr Mwachanje. We’ve started looking alike. Should I shave or should I maintain it? I wanted it. I really did. I didn’t know it came with this much attention. I don’t know.
But I think I’m at a point where I can’t get rid of my beard. I’ve had it for so long that at this point it makes decisions for me. But oh well… I don’t know I just don’t know. Help? I grew a beard!
Author: Bryan Ichigo | Date Created2017-05-26 00:29:39 | Comments: 0