I saw my mom for the first time in a while last week. The first thing she said was "SHAVE OFF THAT BEARD."
I was planning on it, not because of that necessarily, but just because I'm not super attached to this beard, I've had it a while, and shaving beards off is fun.
However, the next day, I was driving around the Mission with this cute Norweigian girl, and I pulled over to get some gas. After going inside and paying, the gas station attendant said "Hey man, that's a cool beard! I wish I could grow one like that!"
And just like that, I realized I can't shave my beard. If random gas station employees are complimenting my beard, then I think it's gotta stay.