Well, it’s coming. It’s coming faster than I had anticipated. For some of you, you know what I speak of. For others, I’ll clue you in: Death. Death of a higher being. Death of a friend, confidant, a brother. The Red Baron is my beard. “Your Beard?! wow.” Shut up loud mouthed reader. You don’t know what you’re speaking of.
For some, they have friends that are with them through thick and thin. Well, one of those people is literally with me wherever I go. It can’t really go anywhere else. No, I don’t actually think my beard is my friend. Get a grip on reality out-of-touch reader…But. For those of you who have bearded as I have bearded, who have grown like I have grown, felt what I have felt, and experienced what I have experienced (and it is an experience), then you don’t know at all.
You see, the beard has been growing on my face for close to a year now, and it has been with me for a years worth of experiences. You see…shaving off my beard is like shaving off a large part of who I was, and am. It’s symbolic, if you want to go deep about it. I even named my beard for good measure after the first time I shaved it off. “So why the big fuss Eric? Why not just leave it alone?” Well…that’s a good question.
The reason is, well…complicated. I love having a beard, but I am addicted to change. I need it in my life, something my Mom could do very well without. But change is not the reason I am shaving my beard off. Actually, to be perfectly honest, I wont be shaving my beard at all. Some lucky friend of mine though, will.
You see, I am having a BIG party May 12th to celebrate 6 years of higher learning and the culmination with my Masters Degree. Yes, but this is no ordinary Graduation party. I am also raising money for my move to New Zealand where I will be taking my degree and working alongside adolescents battling depression and suicidal thoughts. It’s a major problem over there. So, to raise the money, I am asking anyone coming to the party to give what they can. $1, $5, or their prayers and support. If I reach my goal ($3600) by the end of the night, the person who gave the most towards my cause will……get to shave off my beloved beard.
It’s a sacrifice, but getting to NZ and working in International Social Work is my passion. If I could make this passion a reality, I would be a blessed man. So it will be a bittersweet day. Bittersweet is the only word in the dictionary like it…a harmonious moment of both good and bad. I will have ecstatic elation from graduating, finishing academia, and seeing all my friends again before I move overseas….but, I will also be saying goodbye to many people I may not see again for many, many years. Also, I will be quite literally loosing my chin. I’ve already done this once, and trust me, that is the sensation “shaving the beard” leaves with you. I didn’t even recognize myself in the mirror. Let me tell you something. I may be nearly 25, but when those shears do their job, I will look like a man-child. 15 years old at best.
So come out May 12th to my place if you got an invitation, and if you never got one, there’s always facebook.
MY ADDITIONAL BEARD POSTS:
Video of my Beard Shaving 11.25.2010
A Personality Executed 11.18.2010
Beards and 30 things 11.24.2010