It Was Only a Matter of Time

It must be said, albeit with extreme reluctance, that this could be, just might be, my first winter beard wherein it becomes speckled with the dreaded gray hairs that of which against I've long harbored a spastic paranoia. I'm not sure why that's the case since we've been told ad nauseum ever since the day we could crawl that a gray-bespeckled beard provides a distinguishing veneer of respectability and, dubiously on this point, mystery. The mystery part may have more to do with that awesome dude from the Dos Equis commercials. You know, that guy probably is the most interesting man alive. I'm not sure why, though. I can't believe I'm saying this, but only part of it can likely be attributed to his gray beard. But then again, his beard, we are told, apparently has more experience than the average man. I'm not one to question something said with such assurance as it is in that commercial, but come on. It's a beard, granted, but it's not like it's glorious. It's more one of those week-or-two-beards that popped up all of a sudden out of nowhere because some troglodyte on a red carpet somewhere decided it would be fashionable.

Anyway, back to the issue at hand. That guy on the Dos commercials is freaking interesting, but it does nothing to assuage my paranoia at having to stare in the mirror at gray hairs littering my beard every morning while wondering who that devilishly mysterious hombre is looking back.