Since I'm not a man, there are quite a few things I don't expect to ever understand. Things like what it feels like to think you have a really cool beard, the fascinations with loud noises and jumping off things, the feeling of holding the son who will carry your name.
Today I found a new one.
I sat next to a balding man at the hair-cutting place. He was trying to be lighthearted and make jokes and ask nonchalantly about hair gel. But I think I saw his anguish (and I KNOW I saw his scalp) peeking out from underneath.
That's got to be rough.
1 comment:
Thats really depressing.. because based on the traits of my dad.. that will be me someday... i so dont want to be bald
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