It was a logical Step

It has been awhile since I posted, much to the dismay of the Wife Unit.  I will, since I have the free time, hope to elaborate my thoughts here (more than I have been).

So I will continue my grunting with something that has been on my mind, or rather, is now off my mind.  I am now bald.

No, it was not some freak and horrible science experience gone wrong.  Perhaps it was the inner Lex Luthor in my crying to be free, to seek my revenge against the proverbial “super men” in our daily lives.

The story must begin with something I hold very dear, taught to me by perhaps two of the greatest teachers the world has ever known.  I’m speaking of course of Bruce Lee and Yoda (If you really don’t know who these persons are, I can’t help you here).  Do or do not, there is no try.  And don’t do something by halves, but commit to it fully.

With that in mind, it was in fact a logical step to come to.  See, I had long hair.  Mid-pectoral length hair, if length needs to come into account (insert 12 year old pun here).  I have been told by numerous persons/organizations/business that it simply just wasn’t the proper length of hair to have to “be taken seriously”.  Be damned if it had significant meaning to me!  To be an orderly cog in the machine, one must yield to societal pressures.  To some degree right?

Ergo, baldness.  It was the logical step.  To illustrate, I will use (hopefully not erroneous) logic.

If one must do or not do, Then one must  commit to an action in fullness(clause a)

If long hair is unaccetable, then a haircut is required to make one’s hair acceptable (clause b)

a+b=baldness.

Pseudo nazi name calling aside, I happen to enjoy it immensely.   The wife unit likes it as well, though it has taken a little adjustment (last haircut was three years ago before we got hitched).  Somehow I still can’t escape nagging social pressures.  Now I must, be default that I’m bald, white, overweight and with a tattoo, be involved in either a nefarious biker gang or hate some ethnic group.  My scathing bitterness and general misanthropia of humanity aside, I’m not a very hateful person.

Accept vegans.

Eat meat.

I guess, gruntlings, what I mean to say is that you can’t ever escape societal pressures.  There’s one mold, and chances are beyond astronomical that your genetics won’t allow you to fit easily into it.  As the Wizard Merlin told me this week, after seeking wise counsel, you can conform or you can be happy.  In the end, the choice is only yours to make.