I am the Anti-Samson

On top of my normal difficulty in getting motivated to do stuff, I have been in a particular funk since November of '09. It all started with the second of two shows I've played so far. I was unprepared and didn't think to write a set list. I forgot a bunch of my songs and only played for about 15 minutes. As upsetting as that was, I later realized that I only had forgotten a few, meaning I didn't actually have very many songs. The night felt like an abysmal failure. I almost quit the whole music thing then and there, and didn't touch my guitar (the Blue Hotness, in case you didn't know) for several weeks. Then of course there was winter and the holidays, which are never helpful in the area of getting shit done. About a week before Thanksgiving I started working on a role-playing campaign, but didn't really get much done until months later. Early December I mustered up the cajones to ask out this girl I like which seemed like a really positive thing, until she said no.

Things started to get better after that, but not much. I wrote a new song and started working on my game again, but in March the combination of various medical concerns compacted by my failed attempt to quit smoking smooshed what progress had been made.

During all of this, I've let my beard get really long and shaggy. It seemed like a fun idea, and people seem to like it. But as it gets longer it seems to get harder for me to get my ass in gear. Now, I'm not superstitious, and I know that correlation is not causation, but the damn thing is starting to get on my nerves anyway. So maybe loosing the beard, and cutting my hair while I'm at it, could my own little ritual to put myself in a "doing stuff" mentality. I could be like the Anti-Samson; my power comes from my lack of hair.  It's definitely time to get rid of this thing growing on my face.

Y'know, once I get around to it.