I've been "scruffy" since highschool, because I like watching my beard grow and fill out. When it gets bushy, I cut it off and start over. I'm PARTICULARLY scruffy this year because for a while there, I had no hair at all. Chemotherapy does that. I'm a survivor though, and there's very little chance that it's coming back again, so that's good.
Cancer leaves scars, though, both physical and emotional, and while I don't tend to have baggage, I am still feeling out what I want from this new lease on life. Plus side is I am trying out all kind of new things (I apparently love spice now, woo), bad side is, I can not just put down what my goals are.
I'm warm, though, comfortable, and friendly, and if my grooming is not on-the-par, please rest assured that my hygeine is.