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One year ago today I cut off my beard. I did it because I thought I shouldn't start my first job looking like a Maddog wannabe. I have since realised that nobody cares, and am proud to say that it is back in full swing. It grows much slower in the lofty heights of Johannesburg (humidity makes a difference, who would've though). I am still without mustache however, this bothers me somewhat.
I have run into many people who don't like beards because they feel people with beards have something to hide, I find this quite amusing. The rest either think it makes me look good/bad with no clear winner as yet. I do look noticeably older however, I quite enjoy the fact that clients don't ask me how old I am as much. Instead of having to show them how incredibly bright I am like before, I can now slip into the annals of mediocrity :)
I am deliberately not including any pictures, so I can continue to get those wide-eyed reactions from my friends.

