Man, I need a haircut. Perhaps I should start shaving my head.
Thanks to genetics from my mother’s side (which I am told is the real reason, despite my efforts to accuse my dad), I am now pretty much mostly bald. There is a small patch of hair on top of my head that is holding a fading war of attrition, slowly yielding the flesh to the daystar above.
I do not feel any urge to grab a bottle of “re-gro” hair products, nor do I feel a desire to spray gunk on my hair to make it seems fuller.
It is just a problem of looking good, and yes I can be a bit vain about this. There are concerns in the past that I would not look all that good with a shaved head. But with the new glasses I have, I must admit that I looks pretty damn good with a shiny forehead (“…that glows from the lightening flash…” — shut up, David). The only concern is getting a good hat that fits the look without requiring any facial hair. It is perhaps genetics, but I definitely do not look good with any type of facial hair. Any goatee would seem as if it’s chopped off in half by my mouth. Mustaches would compete with my chin. Sideburns are not an option.
The other problem is the maintenance factor — it is one thing to shave your face every day, it’s another to shave your entire head.
One way or another, hopefully I can decide this weekend.
Since, of course, I need a haircut.
