Monday, August 30, 2010

Run Forrest Run!


(I literally looked like this picture, hair and all, for at least 2 weeks)
Make no mistake about it, I am bald. I choose to shave my head because I saw the writing on the wall and didn't think the 'horeshoe' look was really for me in my mid 20s. I shave my head once a week. I do not 'bic' it. I am too afraid I will have an awful reaction and my head look like the face of Charlie 'Crater Face' Coburn from the famous Bayside Cream episode on Saved by the Bell. I use clippers. No blade. Occassionally I will miss a spot on the back of my head or just behind the ears, but never in the 4 years I have been shaving my head has what I am about to say happened to me.

I was too lazy to shave my head yesterday for work Monday so I figured I would let it go because frankly, I have no one to impress at work. It is just me all day and I already like me enough. I completed a FULL work day where I was engaged in about 6-10 conversations. Long enough conversations to where the other person could have noticed something about my head. I get home, take a piss, wash my hands, check myself out in the mirror and to my SURPRISE, I discover 1 LOOONG hair on the top of my head just standing on its own. I mean, just above the forehead, in the middle of my head. Now keep in my mind, I am bald. I have nothing up there, I barely even draw the clippers over the top of my head, but somehow, someway this 1 hair seemed to escape the blades of death. And when I say it was a LONG piece of hair, I mean, it must have been growing for at least 2 weeks. I mean, it was almost curled up like Squiggy from Laverne and Shirley. Just like CHARLIE BROWN! A part of me was proud, the other part of me was like 'HOW MANY PEOPLE SAW THIS AND CARED NOT TO TELL ME! DID THEY THINK IT WAS A GOOD LOOK!? WERE THEY THINKING I WAS TRYING TO GROW MY HAIR OUT ONE BY ONE!? WHO DOES THAT!? WHO DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING! After I calmed down, I just started laughing hysterically before I was overwhelmed with a sense of pride for this one piece of hair. I didn't want to pull him out. I wanted to let him roam, let him grow, let him be free. There he was, all alone on my head, like Neil Armstrong landing on the moon. Let him run like Forrest Gump. It is the little things in life that keep you sane and it was little piece of hair that made my day. Is it a bit sad? I don't think so, I think it is pretty f'n awesome. I have the ability to grow hair on the top of my head, it may be 1 hair every 2 weeks, but I figure by age 90, Ill have hair like George Clooney or Zack Morris. It is the little things in life.