Over the past thirty plus years, I have been wearing my hair short; a matter of convenience. It meant no need to comb my hair in the morning, washing it in the shower took only minutes, and, it also meant very little dandruff; as I said, a matter of convenience. Today, for the first time, I shaved my head bald; figuring out it won’t make much of a different. Curiously enough, it did.
The feel of the bare skin covering my skull is quite different than even the shortest coating of hair. It suggests both fragility and exposure, but also hardness. The best way to describe it may be the shell of an egg – delicate yet firm. And then there is one more consideration I did not take into account prior to getting the shaver going: unlike short hair, a bald head is, whether I intended it or not, and whether I like or not, making a statement. There’s the skinhead look from one hand, but also the guru look from the other. I am neither. But what I feel about it may be irrelevant as, to paraphrase a famous idiom: perception is all in the eye of the beholder.
For now I am still undecided how I feel about going bald. Occasionally I would reach out and touch the top of my head, enjoying the smooth feeling, but also missing the soft layer of hair which occupied that space for so many years. Only time will tell.
Learned from: a shaved head.