i guess it's time to face facts, self. my hair is steadily disappearing and it ain't coming back - at least not in this lifetime.
my shiny brown mop used to be my pride and joy, my raison d'etre, my joie de vivre. believe it or not, my hair was my calling card back in the day, the one thing that people knew me for, other than being the first kid in elementary school to grow a beard.
but this morning in the mirror, i could no longer escape the painful truth that in a certain light, and from a certain angle, i can now make out my scalp underneath my golden brown tresses.
sometimes when i'm conducting my weekly shave, i glance at my reflection in the looking glass and say to myself: maybe i should just keep shaving until i've removed all of the stubble on my head as well. after all, i'm familiar with a couple of colleagues at work who shave their heads (at least i think they shave their heads) and they don't seem any worse for wear. but then i begin to worry that my bald head might appear odd or misshapen or possibly even a little bit disturbing sans cheveux. what if i resemble a psycho killer or an ex-con or a pro wrestler once i'm a cue ball? what if my thinning brown locks have been hiding a mysterious birthmark on my scalp shaped like a constellation or a rorschach test or one of the seven continents?
i'm reminded of those climate change computer model simulations that forecast future land mass shrinkage due to elevated sea levels. i suppose that my receding hairline is best represented by the retreating shorelines of the earth while my ever-expanding scalp more or less corresponds to the gradually rising waters of the globe.
oh well... i wonder what i'll look like sporting a bandana? (happy now?)
"we are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care for." - marie von ebner-eschenbach
she's actually singing about legendary hollywood playboy (and former beau) warren beatty:
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LMAO, "after all, i know a couple of colleagues at work who shave their heads"... hmmmm i wonder who those people are... cough.
ReplyDeleteOr you could start sporting a toupée.
ReplyDeleteOr shave your head and leave the beard, making you look like a philosopher.
“Ugly are hornless bulls, a field without grass is an eyesore, So is a tree without leaves, so is a head without hair.” - Publius Ovidius Naso
in a bandana?
ReplyDeletethat seems kinda awkward.
after all, you can't fit IN A bandana.
it would have been more realistically correct if you said, "with a bandana on my head."
i mean, you can say "in pants" or "in a shirt" because those things you actually fit into.
but you can't say in a bandana because you don't go into it! it goes into you!
get?
i guess this is just one of those signs that show that you are getting old. but you don't care, at least you have a reasonable excuse to complain about things. =)
ReplyDeletewhat? it's true? you DO have a blog? YOU of all people have the patience to actually write an entry EVERYDAY! wow, this is the big surprise of my summer.
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