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Occasionally, I've been known to be somewhat opinionated. Oops. My editor just caught that typo. I am told I have been known to be VERY opinionated. I have at least two opinions on just about every topic. I am sure there are times when people have felt like rearranging my avatar pic. Fortunately (for me!) there is no eRepublik method for them to do that.

Being a kind and neutral eCitizen, I have been searching for ways to help these unfortunate victims of my over-active opinionation. Finally, I have found a way to rearrange my picture.

To help them out, I have grown a beard.

It was so easy, you can do it, too.

Steps to growing a beard
Ladies, please don't try this at home.
On Day 1,321, I did nothing (that cost me a hard worker medal). On Day 1,322, I did nothing again. On Day 1,323, I did nothing twice. On Day 1,324, I verified that nothing was still being done. Then I simply repeated the cycle. "Steven Bosch denied any collaboration on this beard story!" ~ Editor

The aftermath
It's been about five or six weeks, and my profile pic is now definitely rearranged.

Is my growing beard the inevitable result of declining eConomy at the Witless Protection Program?

To tell the truth, the decision to grow my beard was not just to atone for my hyperopinionation. In fact, what I really wanted to do was to see how I looked in a beard. Yes, curiosity is the real reason I have been growing a scruffy one.

Oops, there goes my ever-efficient editor, catching a typo again. I am told that line should have rea😛 "Tardiness is the real reason I have been growing a beard."

Truth be told, I did the four-day nothing cycle more by accident. When you work from home and have nobody to impress but a dassie hiding on the stoep, a stray squirrel meandering about, the withering maroela tree sapling and a handful of flocking eIndian Myna, the days can just kind of get away from you. Before I knew it, I had the start of a growing beard.

And so I got curious.
And lazy.

Some have suggested that I am growing my beard to make up for my receding hairline. Now I've heard it all.

"Once upon a time, your hair was on top of your head. Now, your head is on top of your hair."

"Your hair must have slipped off your head, and now it's hanging on for dear life."

"That solar panel you had installed up there is really fueling a growth below."

"For Luc, every eDay is a bad hair day"

Ha, ha, very funny.

"Men lose hair because of testosterone."

Wha? Nice 😁

"After that one, we caught Luc checking his bald spot out." ~ Editor


It killed the cat...
I think my curiosity is settled. I am still lazy, but I am ready to shave my beard. Unfortunately, my editor's grandmother has not yet seen it, so I am keeping it on by special request until she can see it. Due to a heavy schedule, that visit might take a while.

Oops. Silly me. The proofreader has saved me from inaccuracy once more. I am told that it is due to being too lazy to shave my beard, that visit might take a while.

But sooner or later, the beard will have to go. I don't want to be mistaken for Joshua Strauss. Nor Fidel Castro. Nor the modern day Cave Woman, whomever she is.

And summer is not the best season for growing a beard. It would make more sense in winter, when I need protection against the bitter Port Elizabeth winds. In summer, it will only make my face sweat.

But what will finally end my curiosity - and my laziness! - is Q2 food. When something sufficiently sloppy and runny gets stuck in the beard - something that I just cannot identify - that will probably scare me into shaving it off.

Besides, all this beard-growing is probably of little comfort to those people wanting most to rearrange my avatar because of my vocal opinions. Knowing how to grow a beard won't solve their problem.

A stapler might.

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~ Another article consumed for eRepublik use