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So I'm sitting in my cafe of choice, working on my screenplay, and a trio of young guys, maybe 19-21, sit at the table next to me. I look over and notice one of the guys: he's in the beginning stages of diffuse thinning. And for the rest of the time I'm in there, that's all I can think about: not my own hair loss, but this guy's.
When something like this happens to me, the first question that pops into my head is: Does he know? The second question is: Does he care? I guess I always assume guys whose fathers are bald probably figured on going bald themselves. I have a couple friends who spend their teenage years waiting to see if it was going to happen to them. And it seems like if you at least suspected it might happen to you, the shock and horror of the whole process would be diminished (my dad's about 60 and fully coiffed).
Anyway, I find that every guy I see or meet gets put into one of two categories: balding; not balding. The not balding--regardless of economic stature, ugliness, height, weight, or intelligence--are free of all emotional and psychological trauma and suffering; they are the free. The balding--assuming they care--are the stigmatized, the oppressed, the genetically smote. And I am of their kin.
So, I guess the real curse of balding is the act of caring, just because it takes up so much mental and emotional space, and the way it (hopefully temporarily) frames your world. I am tired of this frame, and seek a new one.
Sorry for taking up more space.
When something like this happens to me, the first question that pops into my head is: Does he know? The second question is: Does he care? I guess I always assume guys whose fathers are bald probably figured on going bald themselves. I have a couple friends who spend their teenage years waiting to see if it was going to happen to them. And it seems like if you at least suspected it might happen to you, the shock and horror of the whole process would be diminished (my dad's about 60 and fully coiffed).
Anyway, I find that every guy I see or meet gets put into one of two categories: balding; not balding. The not balding--regardless of economic stature, ugliness, height, weight, or intelligence--are free of all emotional and psychological trauma and suffering; they are the free. The balding--assuming they care--are the stigmatized, the oppressed, the genetically smote. And I am of their kin.
So, I guess the real curse of balding is the act of caring, just because it takes up so much mental and emotional space, and the way it (hopefully temporarily) frames your world. I am tired of this frame, and seek a new one.
Sorry for taking up more space.