Every great man has had a furry voice of reason along his side: Calvin and his Hobbes, Mowgli and his baloo, Aladdin and his Apu. I have found a beast of my own – my beard. It is a tremendous artifact. A sociological phenomenon, if you will, that makes every social interaction a fruitful discussion. It’s the only thing a man can stroke in public. It’s history’s embodiment of universal wisdom. There’s a lot to learn and here’s what I have to share:
The Reactions
The reactions I received fell into the following:
- What’s that on your face?
- Oh my god, I didn’t recognize you.
- “I love it”
- “I’m jealous”
- I wish I could do that.
- “GROSS”
- I hope you’re not going to an airport anytime soon.
There were also follow up questions such as:
- When is it coming off?
- What bet did you lose?
- Why? Just tell me why?!
With which I usually responded:
What’s that on your face?
Masculinity.
Why? WHY?
“Because I can”
Real Friends
You learn who your real friends are. The truest of them will be as honest as you ask them to be and a friend who can actually do that is one keeping around. My friends have given a broad range of opinions from the “it’s hideous; you look homeless” to speechless applause. And I have agreed with all of them at one point or another. Sometimes I look like a caveman and sometimes I look like the wise man who can tell stories into the late hours of the night. For those who gave me their honest thoughts, thank you.
The Name Generator
I’ve collected a handful of nicknames over the past decade but having a beard has extended that list at an alarming rate. Some of my favorite nicknames:
- Haji
- Mukhi
- Imam
- Ayatollah
- Pirate
- Osama’s little brother
- Lumberjack
- Paul Bunyan
- Sardar
- The Indian:
- Ben Affleck from Argo
- Ernest Hemingway
- Justin Long
- Most Interesting Man in the World (or rather, his protégé)
- James Harden
- Baron Davis
Yet nobody called me a hipster. I’ll take it as a compliment.
The Suggestions
I didn’t understand the whole mustache obsession going on with everyone male and female. People love fake mustaches (yet real ones creep everyone out) and asking punny questions such as “I mustache you a question.” I’m starting to see it now. It’s a great starting point of light-hearted creativity and with the beard, there are plenty of suggestions. I love that these costume ideas are consistent with the assumption that a man with a beard has big cajones or small brains.
You should:
- Wear an eyepatch
- Wear an eyepatch and a parrot.
- Wear a turban
- Wear a turban and carry rosary beads
- Wear a turban, carry rosary beards and go to the airport.
The Goodbye
Life isn’t actually too much harder with a beard. My motivation changed throughout the experience. First, I was too lazy to shave. Then I started gaining friendly support for it. I hit the point of no return in early February and I decided to own my beard and run with it. Yes, I am at an airport twice a week but that caused absolutely no hardship. Over the course of 16 visits to the airport, I only lost a total of 4 minutes, mostly due to one TSA officer trying to be funny. Sometimes there were rough patches (pun intended) where my face itched so much but the attention made it all worth it. The conversations, the stroking of the intellectual fibers, the mystery of what was behind the beard created a joyous ride. There were times where I just want to shave it all off because I was annoyed by having to always grab a napkin. Food stuck in your beard negates every ounce of maturity it bestows. And trust me, there’s a lot of maturity that comes with it. People were thinking I was in my 30s. Not necessarily a bad thing, but not a great thing either.
What possessed me to shave it? First, it was laziness again. It was time consuming to have to trim and groom it. The weather was becoming another pain point. To get to the skin of the question, it had grown a personality of is own and I didn’t know what to do with it. The thoughtfulness of the beard had disappeared. The novelty was gone. I started to notice beards everywhere. It was this new sense of vision for facial hair and I did not like what I saw. I saw homeless people with shaggy beards, I saw weird hipsters with ugly tattoos. What I saw wasn’t somebody you could befriend, nobody that struck you as a doppelganger Dumbledore in sight or personality or legacy.
I did not want to turn into one of those people that made you uneasy on the Muni, or somebody you didn’t want to send a friendly smile toward. I didn’t see myself the same way people would see the beard.
But through it all, it was a phase of Zahir that I’m not ready to fully give up. There’s still more to learn, to ponder and discuss. One day my pocket of stories will run dry and where will I turn to replenish? Well, I don’t fear the beard will disappoint.
I (kinda) miss you, beard. I’ll see you in November.