So, for some reason I can't sleep. This is really weird because I regularly sleep through my alarm, and stay in bed for 1-2 extra hours. It's okay because I can make the time up at the end of my shift.. but by the time the normal end of my shift comes I am really regretting my bad sleeping habits. So, being on my computer instead of REMing it up is a bad idea.
But this mild insomnia affords me the opportunity of blogging again, since I have little time to do it during my normal day. What shall I blog about? Something that is very close to me. More specifically, something that is very close to my face. My beard.
So, why in the world do I have a beard? Well it all started about a month ago when i just plain got too lazy to shave. Now, this has happened before, but not for long. I would let it get long, but not too long to remove with a simple stroke of the razor. This time, I waited too long. It got past the point of preventative shaving and I had a real growth problem on my hands... er.. face. I was definitely too lazy to remove it now that it was going to take an extra amount of effort than just shaving.
So I let it grow.
For about a week, I got REALLY sick of it while at work. I would be there, and say to myself "I have to shave it today!" then I would get home and: That's right. Be too lazy.
I got used to it, and just let it be.
My beard became my distinguishing feature. It is a topic of conversation no matter who I am talking to... as long as I don't see them too often. I saw a brother of mine after a week of not seeing him and he said "You still haven't shaved". I said "It's only been a week. You expect me to dig up the effort in that amount of time"?
My grandmother said "It looks good.. once I get used to it". Then she proceeded to name off all the former presidents of the church that had beards. See, I am in good company.
Maybe I should keep the beard. I hear it's good for winter mountaineering. You don't need a balaclava. Also, if I keep it for 10 years, nobody will know what I look like. Then if I have to go into hiding, all I have to do is cut it off, and I am a new man. No one will catch me now!!!
But, it is kind of itchy. I wouldn't mind a smooth face again. And it really isn't quite ready I don't think. Maybe another year or two. I must say that it is weird to be in a public place and look in the mirror and not recognize yourself. I forget that i have a beard, and I say "Who is that guy with the beard that is where I am supposed to be"?
So.. do my blogs seem weirder when I am an insomniac? Probably. Maybe I should try sleeping.
I got an email from my older brother today that had this picture in it:
Wow.. Any guesses how old I am? Probably... 7th grade-ish?
Anyway, I remember this. I actually knew what it was going to be before I opened it even though the subject line of the email only said "Emailing: ammon drums.jpg"
As I recall, he had to take a picture of someone in their natural environment. If you've been around this site at all (or perhaps you know me personally) you know that my natural environment is not inside a drumset, acting defensive with my sticks. So, where am I now? What is my natural environment?
That's probably not really it, but it is pretty fantastic!