When I am asked how long I’ve had my beard, I generally reply, “Since the last millennium.” I thought that was an easy response, but I generally get quizzical looks.
I suppose the whole millennium comment makes me seem ancient.
Mine is a 20th century beard.
I started growing it in the 1990’s. There was that desire to look different from my high school self. More adult? Perhaps. With the beard I at least found I was less likely to be bugged about showing id. In fact recently at an event I attended no one at the entrance approached me to buy a ticket until I found a sales person. Meanwhile a friend who attended was regularly asked if she had a wristband which she was wearing.
The beard is popular at fairie cons I have attended. And animals seem to like the beard. Donkeys I used to care for tended to enjoy giving it a tug, possibly thinking it was hay. Recently I caught a very tiny spider on it, trying to hitch a ride I guess.
When I made it through a tough area without trouble, a friend suggests the beard as why.
At a horror convention I attended several years ago, I found myself alone on an elevator with a young boy who was staring at me. Finally he asked, “How old are you?” When I answered I was forty-something, his small mouth dropped open until he replied, “But you look so young – except for the beard.”