Baldy again

Let's get the subject of my hair out of the way, now and forever, okay?

I just had my head shaved again. That's what I do--I let it grow out and when it starts getting on my nerves, I go and get it shaved off.

I hate getting haircuts. Always have. Only haircuts I ever enjoyed were the ones my friend Cortney used to give me, but that was because she was a good friend and we always had a lot of stuff to talk about. She's gone now--we sort of lost touch a few years ago.

But, anyway, I hate getting haircuts. I always feel like I'm wasting so much time just sitting there. It's awkward for me--I feel like I should be talking to the person cutting my hair, but I don't really know what to say. Three things made me decide that from now on I was just going to get my head shaved:

1. In the men's room at work one day I encountered a colleague in the terminal stages of comb-over, standing in front of the mirror and carefully rearranging those last four really long strands of hair for maximum coverage. Gods. Just kill me.
2. As I was leaving after getting a regular hair cut--where I'd told my stylist I wanted it cut short--my hair fell down into my eyes. Which is what it was doing before I got my hair cut. She cut it short, all right--on the sides. She didn't cut anything off the top. Apparently that's "the style" these days--which explains why nobody reads anymore. They can't see the text. They have their hair in their eyes.
3. The young lady who I always go to for the head shaving is really really cute.

Don't get me wrong. I've got plenty of hair. A beginning bald-spot in the upper rear area of my scalp, but that's about it. I don't really care, though. It can all fall out if it wants. I will not have a comb-over, though. As I said, just kill me.

The way I see it, it really doesn't matter. I am going to be fat and ugly, hair or no hair. So it really doesn't make a difference, from an aesthetic point-of-view.

I do notice some differences in the way others act around me, though. Women are normally just skittish around me before--now they out-and-out bolt. People go from thinking I might be  a serial killer to thinking I am most definitely a serial killer. Criminals think I'm a cop. Cops think I'm a criminal.

All-in-all it makes things interesting. I could use a little of that, I think.