My hair has been somewhat of a problem lately. It can't quite seem to make up its mind as to whether it wants me to be bald or not.
My dad is bald, but it's a different kind of bald. He started losing his hair in the back of his head, and by the time he was my age, he had a pronounced bald spot. Now, he just has the hair in the back and on the side, and there are a few wisps in the front.
Mine seems to be going in the pattern that many of the males on my mom's side of the family have. Basically, it's really thin in the front. Not a definite bald spot - just really thin. What's ironic is that it becomes more noticable as my hair gets longer. I mean, it's still obviously thinner than the hair on the rest of my head right after a haircut, but just not quite so much.
The thing is, when I look at myself (or see pictures) from certain angles, it looks like I just have some thin hair. From other angles, I look like I'm pretty bald.
So, I'm tired of it, and I finally did what I've been meaning to do for some time now. I shaved it all off. Screw this. I'm going to embrace it. Kirsti took the electric shaver and went to town on me. I basically look like I just went to boot camp.
I've been putting it off for a long time now. Mainly I was afraid that I'd look even worse. You never really know the shape of your head until you see it with a buzz cut (or completely bald, I suppose.) I worried that maybe I had some kind of pointy part, or secret tattoo that identified me as the beast from the Book of Revelation. Turns out, it's pretty even all around.
So, no more going to the barber. No more combing my hair. (Think of all the time I'll save! I imagine by the time I'm dead, it'll add up to at least an hour!) There will still be shampoo, I suppose - but the bottle I have should last me until I'm an octogenarian.
Hey, it was either that or a combover.