There are a lot of beard ointments and oils and treatments on the market these days. Most of them are pretty expensive, so I’ve hesitated buying or using such products. I use my regular face wash and about once or twice a week I use my conditioner on my beard too. But I have had a plethora of Bed, Bath & Beyond gift cards left over from wedding gifts – which BTW we’re just four days away from what would have been my second wedding anniversary, FUN**WANTTOSLEEPTHROUGHITSOIDONTSPENDANENTIREDAYWANTINTODIE** – so I splurged and bought some beard conditioner cream recently.
Haven’t noticed any difference yet in softness but what it has done is make the beard seem even more red than usual, which I can be insecure about. I’ve always wished my beard matched the color of hair on my head (which is an ever graying brown). And my goatee area has two very big patches of white. I would actually prefer more white sprinkled throughout. Of course it wouldn’t be salt & pepper per se, but rather a peppermint look with the red & white mixed. Is peppermint a distinguished look or more a clownish look?
And before someone chimes in with a response saying I could just go clean shaven more often, that is not happening. I am a beard guy 90% of the time, other facial hair guy 9% of the time, and clean shaven guy just 1% of the time. This will not change. Unless I get a professional paid acting job that requires me to be clean shaven.
About to treat myself this afternoon to a matinee of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 which I have somehow avoided spoilers of thus far, but don’t want to push my luck any further. And tomorrow evening I am likely going to see the closing night of a play that I don’t like - You’re A Good Man Charlie Brown - just to support my friends, even though they pretty much ignore me these days.
At some point over the long Holiday weekend I plan on tackling a few home improvement projects for my parents, including tearing up the carpet in my old bedroom. Carpet that I helped install 20 years ago this summer when we built an addition on the house of a new bedroom and a laundry/mud room. I spent most of my Spring break and summer break at 15 years old working on that, because as the oldest son I got to have the new room as my bedroom.
Funny to think about it now, how I didn’t have my own bedroom until I was almost old enough to drive. Most people I know with kids now, whether they are same sex or close in age or whatever, don’t share bedrooms. I hated sharing a bedroom with my younger brother. Our day-to-day relationship actually got a lot better once we had our own spaces. And yet I think back on all those long late night conversations and laugh fests we had. Just the two of us against the world. I’m sure even if he hadn’t died almost 14 years ago now and was alive today I would still look back on that stuff and miss it, just as an result of growing up and growing older.
I didn’t think this would turn into an essay. And I hate to end on dead brother stuff. Uh. Um.
Haven’t noticed any difference yet in softness but what it has done is make the beard seem even more red than usual, which I can be insecure about. I’ve always wished my beard matched the color of hair on my head (which is an ever graying brown). And my goatee area has two very big patches of white. I would actually prefer more white sprinkled throughout. Of course it wouldn’t be salt & pepper per se, but rather a peppermint look with the red & white mixed. Is peppermint a distinguished look or more a clownish look?
And before someone chimes in with a response saying I could just go clean shaven more often, that is not happening. I am a beard guy 90% of the time, other facial hair guy 9% of the time, and clean shaven guy just 1% of the time. This will not change. Unless I get a professional paid acting job that requires me to be clean shaven.
About to treat myself this afternoon to a matinee of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 which I have somehow avoided spoilers of thus far, but don’t want to push my luck any further. And tomorrow evening I am likely going to see the closing night of a play that I don’t like - You’re A Good Man Charlie Brown - just to support my friends, even though they pretty much ignore me these days.
At some point over the long Holiday weekend I plan on tackling a few home improvement projects for my parents, including tearing up the carpet in my old bedroom. Carpet that I helped install 20 years ago this summer when we built an addition on the house of a new bedroom and a laundry/mud room. I spent most of my Spring break and summer break at 15 years old working on that, because as the oldest son I got to have the new room as my bedroom.
Funny to think about it now, how I didn’t have my own bedroom until I was almost old enough to drive. Most people I know with kids now, whether they are same sex or close in age or whatever, don’t share bedrooms. I hated sharing a bedroom with my younger brother. Our day-to-day relationship actually got a lot better once we had our own spaces. And yet I think back on all those long late night conversations and laugh fests we had. Just the two of us against the world. I’m sure even if he hadn’t died almost 14 years ago now and was alive today I would still look back on that stuff and miss it, just as an result of growing up and growing older.
I didn’t think this would turn into an essay. And I hate to end on dead brother stuff. Uh. Um.
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