I figured that sounded like a good term for this story. So mother’s day became a double holiday for my mother as it was also her birthday this year. So when Sunday came we went out to a very nice restaurant which is very popular especially on holidays.

From the start my mother could tell I was uncomfortable. For the last couple weeks I have worn my Atlanta Braves hat backwards pretty much everywhere. Since this was a nice restaurant I wasn’t going to try to wear my hat however. I really felt like a kid who gives up his favorite blanket for the first time. My hat had provided me with a sense of security and I realized that since it was a special day for my mother I should give it the good old try.

Things got a little worse when we got there because people that I knew were not only eating there but working there. We were seated in the main dinning room, not on the outside where I could just sit with my back to the wall and act like nothing was wrong, no no…They put us DEAD CENTER of the room. Things did not get better either, it was a buffet and my back was right to the end of the line so I felt like everyone that walked through the line saw my spots.

What did help was that the food was horrible and the service was even worse. I have never had someone not fill water glasses, offer coffee to half the table and ignore the other half, let the plates stack up on the table and never even ask how everything was. Now I used to wait tables so I know it gets busy, but you NEVER focus all your attention on one table that is bigger. When other tables notice that they’re being neglected the tip immediately drops. I didn’t mind, because it gave me something to laugh about rather than focusing on my situation.

So when we got home that night, after cake and ice cream and all the presents and cards I disappeared to my room for a little. I was sick of this condition at this point and needed to do something to make me feel like I was in control. So I went to the bathroom took out my brother’s set of clippers and proceeded to buzz my hair as short as I could. I got most of the sides done and all of the sudden someone up there decided to play another joke on me because the clippers broke.

So there I was at 7 o’clock on a Sunday night making the half hour trip to the nearest wall-mart with a spotty Mohawk (no, I left my hat on). And a half hour later I was home to shave the rest of it off. Meanwhile I hadn’t showed my mom yet, so as soon as it was done I walked downstairs with the hat on and pulled the whole line “Mom, I have something to show you” (which is exactly what I used when I got my first tattoo). I took off the hat and to my surprise she wasn’t that shocked.

I know the spots are still noticeable, if anything more so because the rest of my head is shorter dark hair now, so I plan on taking a razor to it sometime soon and going completely bald. At least for now I don’t notice the hair falling out as much as I did. And I don’t really look that bad with a buzzed head so I don’t think bald will be a problem. But the spots keep spreading so I’m going to probably do it soon.

It may not have made that big of a difference but for the first time I felt as though I did something for myself because of this. I took control for a little bit, even if it just made it less noticeable when it comes out to me. But honestly who likes running their hands through their hair and having 20 hairs come out at a time? And it always gets stuck in the keyboard of my computer anyway (somehow, even if I try my hardest not to it gets there). At least this way I don’t have to worry about clogging up the drains of the sink or shower and taking the time to unclog them everyday. I save money on shampoo, conditioner and gel too. And the nicest I don’t have to worry about combing it or having bed head when I wake up from a nap, which really is great for someone who’s lazy like me.