What frightful creature lurks inside my apartment? A horrible experiment gone wrong? A hairball coughed up by a really large cat? The dreadful consequence of letting dust bunnies go unchecked?
The shocking truth is revealed after the break. You may want to move the kids away from the computer before clicking…
Yup, so my hair was getting a bit long, so long that I was starting to look like an academic. Perish the thought. It had become a distraction. Normal people would go get a hair cut, but I just didn’t feel like going and getting a hair cut.
So I shaved it all off. It’s not the first time. I’ve done this to my head at least twice before. Once, before that, the US government did it for me. I was a bit apprehensive the first time, but now it’s really not all that big of a deal. It will grow back soon. I hope.
Shaving one’s head is something that more or less has to be seen to completion. Once the first huge clump of hair flutters down to the sink, there’s really no going back.
In a way there is just something refreshing about taking it all off, stripping away the superficial. It almost feels purgative…or like starting over with a clean slate.
It can also be fun to throw people a little off balance. To surprise. To confound. Uh, you look different today. Did you do something with your hair?