Truth be told, I blame my insomnia. Who knew that four days into another insomnia bender, I would have an life-altering ephiphany.
True..... during these heaven-blessed ephiphanical episodes other folk have discovered cures, stumbled upon philosophical marvels or made technological breakthroughs. I don't even want to analyse why my breakthrough comes in the form of beard love. Still it is what it is.
So there I was leaving work, walking along in that I'm-so-tired-I-can't-hold-a-thought phase that comes with four days of little or no sleep when suddenly it dawned on me that I love men with beards.
Shut...up!
How can I be 36 and only know this now?!
As the bearded men catalogued through my mind to only strengthen this belief, I felt compelled to blurt out to a passerby "but not Grizzly Adams type beards".
Julien Green said "The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart". True, I don't think he was talking about beard love but still.... spooky!
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