In the last few days I have had several people ask me why I shave my head. Is it philosophical? No. Did I take a vow? Uh-uh. Am I going bald? Nyet.
Ok – here it is. The big secret about why I shave my head… (drumroll please)
I don’t like haircuts.
There. I said it. There are obvious reasons, like they cost too much… and my hair grows so quickly that I have to have it cut about every ten days. But the reasons are deeper. I mean think about a trip to the barber:
Being enshrouded in a cape and having my eyesight removed (I’m blind as a bat without my glasses) then having a relative stranger set into my head with sharp implements. Childish you say? Well as you sit there in the chair, armless and squinting, some early twenty-something converses with the next chair about the bar scene last night while doing serious, almost certainly regrettable, things to the top of your head.
And every cutter I seem to get (almost always the new guy they call "Thumbs" or "Lefty") always gives me the cut HE wants to give, regardless of what I ask for. And there is nothing I can do about it! (What – glue the hair back on?) So the whole experience is rather unpleasant for me…enough so that each morning I break out razor and soap and in just a couple of minutes, render the barber obsolete.
Go ahead and laugh… I think you’re next up with "Thumbs"!