Now, I see it as a sheding process of my old self. The worries of straightening up the hair which I hated are gone. Cutting it every week, or having to go to the barber are gone. MPB in my view has given me a second chance to be a new person.
For a couple of years prior to shaving I had allowed my self esteem to hit rock bottom, probably a combination of the MPB, other things going on in my life and just general low confidence in myself as a person. I think the shaving is an opportunity to improve yourself. But like anything it takes time. Dropping all of those negative thoughts and behaviours from the past is a very long and difficult process. Just stick with it and try to slowly aim at improving things. Don't blame yourself if things aren't working out the way you wanted them to, just take it is an experience that you can learn from and improve upon for next time.
Man, do people realize what they say do hurt people overtime? After the car-crash in 94 that gave me a scar near my hair-line which isn't that visible anymore, people just started picking on me about it. They'd call me retarded and other things I can't say on the forum, because I don't want to break the rules. I know my mother told me that I should ignore it, but I did. This kind of stuff contributed to some of my anger issues, and looking mean all the time. I feel that I shouldn't smile, because it's not worth it. Noone isn't going to accept me anyway.
My mother and everyone should say I should have women in, or talk to women in the church I go to, but the fact is those women are all grown-up and knew me my whole life. It'd be stupid to go up to them. I was just beginning of being more confident in myself when I turned 19. Then the hair started thinning and went down-hill from there. I don't even think it's a hair issue anymore. So many things.
You say I shouldn't worry about what people say and move on. I swear I get so angry sometimes, that if I see these same guys that did what they did in high-school, I'd kick their asses for what mental trauma they've caused. I know I'll probably go to jail for it, but that's just what's in my mind. One of the things that I don't really share is that I use to and still off & on have a learning disability. I was also sent in a special education class oriented atmosphere when I was 7 till my 9th grade. Some of those kids I knew in the regular setting wasn't grateful enough to have a good education like that. I was 10x better than they'll ever be, but the teachers didn't believe in me, nor listen. Sometimes the teachers use to sit on us in 2nd grade. They'd take us to a corner if we got out of control and sit on us ( Yes, literally SIT ON US! WHAT THE f**k IS THAT? ). I never told my mother, or anyone else. That's when they put me in a more normal area of learning.
That's why I want to go back to school to learn more skills, so I can put it in their faces and prove to them that I wasn't as they perceived me to be. When I'm serious, people say you're too serious, but when you want to have fun and live life, people say you're being too careless, or don't take life for granted. I don't give a fk what people say anymore and I don't care either. I just want to be happy, that's all. Even have bad dreams about the past. It was hell to say the least.