Hair Apparent
Apparently, I am losing my hair.
It’s funny because just a few years ago, I thought that losing hair was not that big of a deal. Just cut it short, and keep it moving. Quite the arrogant statement from someone who wasn’t losing his hair at the time, because now I find the prospect to be harowing.
Every mirror I see is ready reason to see just how thinned out it has become over the last few days. Seems like everytime I think about it, there is less and less of it on my mind. I knew I would have to go the bald route at some point, just not before the age of 30.
And it doesn’t stop there, because the hair that is rising above it all is going gray. So either way I go, I’m aging before my time. People always say I have an old spirit, but I never wanted my hair to take such a close listen.
So where do me and my hair go from here? I can’t say we’ve been through a lot together, except for that one summer where I grew it out and got it braided for the first time, only for my mother to almost come to tears. The truth is that I’ve spent most of my life trying to keep it away from me for the benefit of societal norms.
And now that it has resigned to staying away, I want it to stay.
I never wanted my hair to leave. I didn’t mind if it was being short with me or flaking out on me. We always had an agreement that through thick and thin, we would work together for style and substance. We had something, but my hair has decided that its time to move on without me.
And that means that I have to man up and move on without it.
The cruelest thing about losing my hair is that its not even going away in a nice way. Most guys lose the hair on top of their heads. I’m losing it on the sides. It’s like a nasty divorce where my hair wants the world to know who was the boss in the partnership.
Winter is here, and its going to take some getting used to being out in the cold. But if LL Cool J and Samuel L. Jackson can pull it off, maybe it won’t be so bad for me.
