At first I was really mad at you. What you showed me made me uneasy. You were aimed at the back of my head as I rode the train with the kids. Downloading the shot to my computer, your crisp 12 megapixels allowed me to zoom in close and confirm the very thing that I have suspected for a while now…a patch of hair on the top of my head is thinning faster than a contestant on The Biggest Loser.
However camera, I got over my ill feelings toward you because I have come to realize that you are the only one who is telling me the truth about my follicles. Brutal though you may be, you’ve been honest with me when my hairdresser and wife have not. My hairdresser has been my friend and confidant for nearly a decade. Her shop is covered in mirrors and sitting in her chair I am treated to various angles of my head. For the past few months, I’ve noticed what seemed to be less hair up top. Figuring my hairdresser would know better than anyone, I asked her if I was in fact starting to thin out. She denied it and blamed bright lighting and the angle of the mirror. My wife, on the other hand, has remained completely silent, choosing to ignore the plain truth, rather than subject me to it. Perhaps they were trying to spare my feelings, but a lie of omission is still lying.
It’s inevitable, I guess. I am fast approaching my late 30s and I’ve noticed by body changing rapidly. Gray hair has weeded itself into my head and body like crabgrass on a forgotten lawn. It seems that the myths are true and I’m destined to follow in the bald ways of my maternal grandfather instead of my father, who at 63 retains a lush, full head of hair.
Camera I know that whatever happens, you will remain an unblinking, objective eye. It’s up to you and only you to tell me the truth about the state of my hair. Thank you for having the courage to confront me. Although the truth hurts, I respect you for it.
Daddy Geek Boy