Showing posts with label Bald? Who's going bald?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bald? Who's going bald?. Show all posts

April 15, 2008

Going BALD!

Well, The portrait by my brother has called to the fore-front my aging process. Yes, I am getting old(er) and it is manifesting itself. My eyes need things held away a little more each year (though I see 20/15). My bones, joints and back ache more and more. And yes, I am losing hair. This began in earnest when I, and my sons, bleached our hair while Lia was out of town one year a while back. We did silly things like that to shock and surprise her, just for the fun of it. Well, this time my years were catching up and my knowledge of bleaching was fundamentally lacking. I ended up over doing it and I noticed with in days, and so did others, that I was a bit thin up front. I think I just advanced the natural process a few years. I had to take several photos of myself for my brother to paint my portrait. A key element was that I get good top lighting to create shadows. Well the down side of that is that the light penetrates to the scalp where hair is thin. The result was a whole lot of photos that essentially made me look bald. I have to thank my brother for at least not making my hair disappear completely like it appears to in most of the photos. I realize now that I will likely take after my grand father on my mothers side unless my thinning slows down dramatically in which case I will appear more like my father. In either case I will be thinning more and more. Now, I am not opposed to the whole bald thing particularly for many folks who look just fine like that. I unfortunately am not one of them. Those photos were hideous and I am not just saying that because it is me and we all see ourselves worse than others seem to (natural human insecurity). I also have a small head and this fact is greatly intensified by the lack of hair. Well I guess I need to start getting used to it now or go join the "Hair Club For Men". Getting old is bad enough but when you feel like a kid in so many ways it seems kind of worse because you know you are not. I guess that is why I like fantasy literature, because reality bites.