I will start this morning by congratulating a fellow early traveller, congratulations Ms X for getting to the station. I should point out that this morning’s train was half an hour earlier departing because of a diversion, something that happens regularly. The train departed in the normal direction and then stopped, the driver walked through and we set off again in the opposite direction. At the point that the driver walked through Ms X said, to nobody in particular, “I don’t know why it has to leave thirty minutes earlier, it only takes him 5 mins to change ends”. That somebody with such a limited knowledge of the world around her should make it all the way to the station and then the train is truly astounding, unless she got a lift.
Secondly I would like to thank my ‘Wight lot’ the wonderful guys and girls whose tweets keep me smiling and remind me where home is, thanks guys. The sight of the shimmering solent viewed from the golden beach of Southsea is enough to remind me I do have a purpose. It is only a matter of time until I’m home.
I would also like to share with you some observations from the world of beards. I haven’t shaved properly in 6 or 7 weeks which is a reasonable start to a beard, there is no reason for this I just kinda stopped. What I have discovered is that the world looks different from behind a hairy face, it really does. The first revelation was that women like beards, I always thought that they were as popular with women as salt is with slugs but no they seem to approve. Firstly let me clarify, women like beards but that doesn’t mean they like me so I’m still securely single. The only negative female comments have come from two women, both of whom are gay, who would have figured.
This morning’s revelation, which prompted the post, is that a bearded face is not the same as a non bearded one. Does that seem obvious? Well I guess it does but not so at 03:30 this morning! Having mistakenly placed soap in my bag last night I figured I would have a quick wash with hotel shower gel, big mistake. My face foamed up like a night club in Malaga! The more water I splashed the more I encouraged the rabid foaming which is quite confusing in the early hours. I eventually subdued the blanket of foam and set about my day with a mental note to purchase face wash, or is that beard wash?
Next up is that there is a beard club, really there is and you just need one to join. Bearded friends and colleagues comment on the beard and voice encouragement, it’s the male equivalent of taking a kitten to work. Quite why people feel they need to encourage an abstinence from shaving is beyond me, but that doesn’t stop them.
Apparently not all men can grow a beard so perhaps that’s why they feel the need to encourage others. This may explain why men in general feel the need to comment. Men don’t compliment haircuts or new shirts, we’re guys after all. As far as I can recall I’ve never felt the need to comment on a beard, except in a humorous manner. I am genuinely surprised by the number of guys that feel the need to comment or to let me know that “it suits me”. Let’s be clear I didn’t actually do anything, in fact I stopped doing something so you are complementing my laziness. Forgive me if I don’t respond correctly, I’m not being rude it’s just that I am new to this and find it, well rather odd.
Finally let me share what the psychologists have to say on beards, it surprised me. I always considered that facial hair symbolised hiding and deceit, after all its almost hiding your mouth isn’t it. I was wrong, apparently it is seen as a sign of honesty probably because shaving, like make up, is actually a disguise I guess.