I'd had this goatee for six months now. I started it over the Christmas/New Years holiday, and maintained it until yesterday.
I'd been itching for a change, though. It kind of aggravated me, though it shouldn't have, that I had the same style facial hair as both my boss and his boss. And as it got warmer, the goatee got less and less appealing, trapping sweat and generally increasing the feeling of heat on hot humid days, especially days spent outdoors.
So in a fit of inspiration, I stepped out of the shower yesterday and cut the damn thing off.
I don't recognize myself in the mirror. It's honestly freaking me out. I see shapes and patterns in my facial structure which don't equate with "me". I reach for my face and pull back my hand quickly, in shock, like I touched something I unexpected and unpleasant.
I don't know how long it will take to get used to the clean face, but I know it's not going to be fun. I miss the scruffy bastard.