This photo is a couple of weeks old. Although it looks it, I’m not actually bald: I’d just shaved my head down to what amounted to stubble. It’s actually coming back in (as evidenced by the photo I posted earlier this week).
So, I’ve known for several years that my hair is a little thin on top. It’s been particularly evident when I get my hair cut (I usually get it cut short), but over the summer I heard a couple of comments about how visible the top of my head was even when I’d been letting my hair grow for months and months and months. So, one morning, I’m at Grosvenor waiting for my shuttle, and I see this guy walk over and stand about ten feet away. I recognize him, he’s been on the shuttle before, but this time, I notice his hair: yep, he’s wearing it long (not hippie-long, but overdue-for-a-haircut long), and it’s pretty obvious he’s going the Captain Picard route in hair. And I realized that was probably pretty close to how I look.
And – honestly? It looks pathetic.
I’m not such an ego hog that I’m going to go to extravagent lengths to regrow or hide my lack of hair. To a large extent, I think men who are so concerned with their hair. You’re not going to catch me dying my hair, or wearing a wig, or ordering pills off the internet to try to regrow that which clearly is trying to die off.
So, every three or so weeks, I’m taking the $14.99 clippers I bought at Target, and I’m running it over my head until I’m as convinced as I can be that my hair is as short as I can possibly make it. Ever tried to shave your own head by yourself? Look, it’s no fun, especially when you’ve only got one large and stationary mirror and you can’t separate your eyeballs from your eye sockets. I wind up running my hands over my head feeling for tufts of hair that I might’ve missed. And then shaving the back of my neck, ohmyfuckinggod.
(I really need to clean that mirror).
