For the past few years, I've been going back and forth on whether to shave my hair off.
You see, I've had a high forehead given to me by my ancestors and I know that there will come a time when I'll be balder than a baboon's bottom.
I shaved my hair in 2003 and, to be fair, I did like it. I just hated when it started growing back giving me a bad case of rooster hair.
So, for the past few years - whenever I would think to myself 'maybe I should shave it off' - I would always think back to the 'Rooster Hair Era' and talk myself out of it.
I made the decision on Monday afternoon to shave my hair again. I only did a number three all over just to see how it went.
It was a last minute decision and I had a feeling I would end up regretting it. To be fair, I'm glad I got it sorted. I've hated the way my hair has looked for years now so this may be a step in finally accepting that I am getting old.
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