Defenestrating Thoughts from the Bivouac

Nothing quite knocks you off your game than being outsmarted by inanimate objects. This past Sunday, I started to trim my beard with my fancy new beard trimmer. After my first motion under my chin, I thought, “Wow that sounded like a lot of hair got cut.” Sure enough, there was a nice one and a half inch wide cleanly-shaved path through my beard.

Apparently, the last time I used my trimmer, I had reset the length setting to ‘1′ instead of my customary ‘5′. So I had to deal with the inevitable and cut my losses (that’s a deliberate pun): I turned my beard into a goatee. And after half a day with a goatee, I decided to go shave the rest off. So now I just have a bit of stubble. Hopefully in 2 weeks or so, I’ll again have a beard.

The most interesting thing about this experience is almost all my friends have reported similar experiences: whether it’s drowsily shaving off half a goatee or “evening out” sideburns into non-existence.

One friend told me that when he accidentally shaved off his goatee and looked in the mirror, he was shocked to see his father looking back at him. I told him that was nothing, without a beard when I look in the mirror, I see every other Indian guy in the world looking back at me. :-)