The Beard Experience

I've been keeping a beard for more than a couple of months now. Sure, I'd trim it at home now and then. But with the hair on my head thinning with each passing day, I did let the facial hair grow.

I was uncomfortable for the whole two months.

Most of the people in my family liked my beard. My sister loved it. My wife was indifferent to it. My daughter and parents hated it. My feelings went on a ride of their own.

I liked it at the start. I was ok to survive with it in the third week.

But as the days went by, I started regretting the decision of keeping the facial hair. It is very high-maintenance – you either spend a reasonable amount of effort to keep it clean, or it makes you look shabby. Plain. Sick.

My life in its current form does not lend me the time to care for a beard. And without that effort, it's like wrestling the unruly bush and losing every day.