I've been shaving my head for well over a year, and I've loved every minute of it. A couple of weeks ago, though, I had an occurrence and I thought I'd share the result.
Said occurrence started with a fairly good nick while shaving my bean. Of course, it bled with determination. Once I finally staunched the bleeding I decided to take a few days off to allow my boo-boo to heal. Well, my hair follicles responded by gleefully growing to about a .5 buzz. My wife really loves it when it's that length because "it feels cool" when she rubs her hand over it. So, I thought, I did kind of miss being a little spoiled at the barber shop. I decided I would sport a buzz for a while. I even went to a local shop where a cute barber cut my hair, messaged my scalp, etc. It was nice, and for a few days, I really liked it. For a few days.
Well, as you can probably guess, all that hair (relatively speaking) was starting to annoy me. Sure, I got some compliments and positive feed back on the new do. But, part of the bald mentality is doing your own thing; feeling good in your own skin. So, this morning, the bathroom light glinting off my razor, my inner bald man re-emerged.
I realized, that after a year of being bald, it had become part of who I am. My self-image had morphed into seeing my self as bald. I cannot see myself ever having hair again.
And that, my brothers and sisters in baldness, is my story.
