Hello, dear readers. This will be a slightly random post, but less random than the last post.
I don’t know why this is and if I am the only one that this affects, but here goes…
I kind of see how Samson (in the Bible) could be so drastically changed by the cutting of his hair. I mean, sure, the Bible truly says that his power was in the length of his hair. I believe that to be true because the Bible is without error. But here is how this plays out in my life.
Everytime I trim or shave my facial hair I seem to change a little. Almost like my personality is dictated by the form of my beard (or lack there of…) Here are some examples.
When I have a fully grown beard, I feel confident, relaxed, but in control.
When I have a smoothly shaved face I lack confidence, anxious, and controlled by others.
When I have a goatee, I feel kind of like what Eeyore (from Winnie the Pooh). Down-trodden and depressed.
When I have the chin stripe, I feel jazzy, cool, and that my name should change to something Italian which is part of my heritage. (this is where I feel most like myself, by the way, but my wife absolutely loathes the chin stripe)
When I have the “Amish Beard,” oddly enough, I feel a little cocky and prideful (probably because I grow one so well)
Now I am trying the Fu Manchu. I haven’t quite figured this one out. This is kind of new to me. It is more external than internal. It is more like I feel that I should wear cut off plaid shirts and steeltoed boots. Like I should drive a MASSIVE old truck with mud tires on it. Like anything that I own should have a Dale Earnhardt Sr. sticker on it…even my John Deere tractor. (for the record, I don’t own a John Deere, but I have been thinking about it this week)
So, needless to say, I feel a bit confused…a bit off-the-rocker. I have never been a fan of racing. I am not talking down to those who are, I’ve just never found it exhilerating. I have never really liked to wear plaid, but after I tried one on this week at Wal-Mart, I liked it. I found myself asking the dressing room lady if she could run to the sewing isle to get a pair of scissors so I could cut off the arms. She would not…I had to pay for it first.
I did pass right by all of the $7.00 t-shirts with John Deere and the hats with the same. But I will confess that I DID stop and look through the Dickies section.
Is my neck turning red?? Uhm…I kind of hope not…We’ll see.
Until next time….Go Dale Jr (just kidding)