A Day In The Life

Bald and Grey

I am going grey. This fact is unstoppable. I could sit with my head over a sink once a month while someone masks my shame with chemicals, but I won't. I'm not ashamed, why should I be? It's all part of who I am, distinguished some would say and I will grow old gracefully.

There are some however who are not willing to accept their fate. This guy for instance at the bus stop yesterday was bald. It was obvious he was bald because he had no hair growing on the top of his head. I'm not talking about one of those wee skull cap jobs either, he was bald, with just those bits at the back and sides. He did however sport a comb-over. A pathetic looking wispy flap of hair that he was almost permanently holding over his head. It was windy though so I thought well if your going to have a comb-over you must have to protect it in such conditions.

Eventually the bus came and we boarded. I sat down first and then my follically challanged friend sat in the seat in front of me, so now I had the chance to examine the scalp close up, if he would only stop touching it. This guy was clearly paranoid that his hair didn't look right, every 12 seconds his hand was back up to check that the wisp was in place, I suppose he figured that this made him look younger and more verile. It quickly became apparent that not only was this guy bald but also grey, his roots were showing through.

This guy was no spring chicken either, late 40's anyway. I just thought well geez man, how long are you gonna keep this pretence up? Are you planning to be the only pensioner on the block with a dark full head of hair? Coz it aint working, you ain't fooling anyone, give up, go home and grow old.

posted by mrwhatshisface @ 8:01 pm