Hair
I have an increasingly decreasing amount of hair – or so it seems. The hairline’s heading back, the top of the head is thinning rapidly, and hair is appearing in other locations to make up for the loss of it in the normal and appreciated locations. For many years, my daughter has asked me “why do you comb your hair since it doesn’t move”? I beg to differ, because I feel like it looks very different after combing than it did before combing. But this week I’ve learned something that wrenches me at the core – I lost my comb four days ago, haven’t had one since, and my hair looks exactly the same every day as it did when I combed it every day and multiple times a day. I’m crushed. In fact, I’m more than crushed. I’m down right suffering from the realization that she’s been right all along and I’ve been living a lie. I don’t need a comb. My fingers comb my hair now. Although I’m going to save quite a bit of money (because I buy one comb about every 3 years, so I’ll probably save about 50 cents every three years – if I buy the top end comb), this must be the beginning of the end. I must be on that downward spiral of life after cresting the top of that hill with a head of hair that needed a comb. My real struggle now is in thinking back to the time where the comb wasn’t needed because that must have been the peak of my life…then I crested that peak and started the accelerating path of decline.
I must apologize to my daughter and my whole family for my insistence that my precious comb made a difference. I’m hoping someone in Baton Rouge can use that comb to their advantage – that’s where I lost it. I certainly won’t look for it anymore…it hurts too much…and if I stay off the comb for 27 days apparently it becomes a habit that may not be broken.
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