Shaving off my experience

My week long absense was not in vain, I assure you.

But yes, I was away from any computer source for the entirety of my North Carolina adventure, meaning that I was unable to update my blog, and I feel as if I owe you an extra.

With the nature of church trips being what they are, it's usually customary for our group to gather on the eve of our departure and discuss the experience/share some thoughts with one another. We went about doing so by taking turns and going whenever we feel as if we had something of value to say. Mine was a bit, uhmm..."stranger" as opposed to everyone else's. Like all things worth writing, it came spontaneously and without method or preparation.

Anyhow, for the entire week I was gone, I did not shave. Once. I had forgotten to bring my own razor and while I received offers to share others, I declined. So I just let my facial hair grow out for the whole week. And the realization I came to was how my beard, which had turned out quite profusely by friday, somehow represented my experience for the entire week. Now, stay with me here. You see, it's like how the week progressed, I grew accustomed to life in an all new environment, all the while developing a full face of hair. It was very nice, but I knew that both would have to come to a close sooner or later. I knew that whenever I got home, I would have to readjust back to my normal life, and shave my beard as well, thus getting rid of all the feelings of comfort and homeliness I had, and their symbolic representation.

And for the record, I still haven't shaved yet. I think I may let it live until, oh I don't know, friday? Yarp, friday sounds good to me.