First, some background... When I was in fourth grade dad was getting his hair cut at Weaver's Barber shop on Water street in Chillicothe. I guess Josh and I must have been getting our hair cut there as well.
One time we were in there, and I really wanted to get my head shaved (bald). I don't remember what the motivation was, or why I wanted to get it done but mom and dad said they didn't care, so when it was my turn to hop up in the chair that day and Mr. Weaver said, "What'll it be" my response was "shave it off".
I seem to recall that he chuckled, got the clippers out, attached the number four guard, and gave me a "buzz". After that he spun me around to the mirror and said "How's that?"
"Can you make it shorter?"
Glance at mom. She nodded. Number 2 guard.
"Can you make it shorter?"
Longer glance at mom. Grin and nod. No guard.
"Ummm.... Can you make it any shorter?"
Question to mom. "Is it really ok with you if I shave his head?".
Smile. Nod. Head shaved. Spin to mirror. Tentative feel.
If I recall, Mr. Weaver didn't even charge us for the cut because he was so taken back by having a fourth grader wanting all of his hair cut off.
After that, Dad bought some clippers and from then on he just shaved our heads at home with the clippers as short as they would go. Once a week or so, the whole time we grew up dad cut our hair.
When I got in college, I bought my own clippers and every Saturday morning I went down to the bathroom and just clipped my hair (again, as short as the clippers would go) right into the trash can.
Sometimes, in order to make it more neat, I would use shave cream and and a razor to actually "shave" my head after the clippers had done their job.
Ok... Enough background. I'm bored and I'm sure you are.
Sometime back in late February or early March, someone in the Youth group challenged me to see if I could grow my hair long enough to put it in dreds before our summer mission trip in mid-June.
I don't remember if it turned into a bet, a wager, a dare, or exactly how it panned out, but by the time the discussion was over I had agreed that until July 1 there would be no cutting of the hair.
This coming Saturday (June 7) will be 12 weeks since I've cut the hair.
About two weeks ago Jenn got me some stuff to make my hair stand up. Now it doesn't look like a shag carpet is stuck to my head.
Here I am pre-hair, and currently.
Some interesting observations I've made since the hair started to grow, and people started to notice.
- Many people tend to assume that if you shave your head, you must be naturally bald and/or unable to grow hair... They seem to be shocked to discover this is not the case.
- Many of my friends claim that I look friendlier, am more approachable, am not as intimidating, blah, blah, blah, since I've let my hair grow out.
- Jenn prefers the me with hair, as opposed to the bald me.
I've decided not to get it cut after the mission trip, and just to let it keep going until I simply can't stand it anymore.
I think it would be really cool to let it get long enough to pull back in a short pony-tail.
Anyhoo... This post has gone on far too long.
Does anyone have any thoughts on the hair, no hair issue?