What's up, playas?

Two weeks ago, I took a major hit. For those who haven't read my material in the past, I have had AA for 5 years, and wear false eyebrows and fake eyelashes on my one affected eye. My scalp hair is fine (for now).

I am your typical college student. I have a lot of friends, most who don't know about my AA. So, I am loving my social life. However, sometimes when I don't think my false materials are doing enough justice to get by a particular party scene, I turn into an introverted person and am very hard to talk to.

Two weeks ago, I got a haircut. I like getting haircuts because my hair can get very long and I don't like the way I look when my hair is very long. I've been going to the same barber for 5 years, so I trust him with my hair. He always makes sure my bangs aren't cut short. This time, however, my bangs were short.

I went to a party that night with my closest friends at my college. I'm not 21, most of them are, so they went out to the bars at around 1 a.m. I stayed back, along with three girls. Two of them my friends, one of them I used to have relations with, and then she became distant to me. None of the three knew about my AA until...

One of my friends comes up close to me (I HATE when I am forced to look somebody in the eyes within a foot.) and she smiles and says, "Are you wearing mascara?"I turn away and say no. She comes in for a closer view. "Yeah, you are! .... (Pause - looks at eyebrows).."Wait. Are your eyebrows taped on?!"

My heart sank. My face turned red. The other two girls come in for inspection. Those three sentences were epic.

Anyways, all of those things really did happen - and I didn't have an excuse at the top of my head for a situation like this. I was forced to tell them the truth. Guys - I've never cried so hard in my life. It was a complete mental breakdown. Two of the three girls were there for me - including the stupid bitch who called me out.

Side Note: I hate (when) people ask about shit like that. If I'm looking at somebody who's got a huge pimple. am I going to say, "Whoa, what is that, bro? Whoa, man." No, I'm not going to! God, people can be so stressful sometimes!!!!!!! That was like, 7 exclamation points. You guys know how I feel now.

I called my father at 2 a.m., still crying my eyes out like a little bitch. He wanted to drive 2 hours right then and there to see me. My family is the best family you could ask for. I told him no, but instead he came up the next day with my whole family I live with and they took me out to dinner. I was a different person two weeks ago. Locked myself in my room, even skipped classes because I was paranoid someone in one of my classes would ask about me. The three girls are keeping quiet. But what really hurts is the girl I used to go out with didn't say a word to me. Not even a text in the morning seeing how I was doing. Nothing.

But I came on here, and talked to a good friend of mine about this. She had the best words of advice. Made me feel 1000 times better. I'm not posting this because I am looking for inspirational words - I just wanted to communicate my horrific experience - but only two weeks later, I'm back being the normal me :)

As you can see, I'm happy enough to put a smiley face down even though I'm am a guy.

My father said he would do anything to help me - to make me look 'normal.' I wanted to ask you guys - what is your experience/knowledge on A. Surgery, or B. Demographics.

I've talked to somebody about surgery, but there is a chance the transplanted hair (eyebrow, eyelid) will fall back off, because Alopecia is a crazy bitch, and that's how she rolls.

There are better days out there. I'm going to keep pushing through to find them. AA can change the way I look - but I sure as hell am not going to let it change who I am. Not again.