When I was 22. I was on my way home from a job interview in St. Louis that hadn't gone well and my parents were picking me up at Sea-Tac International Airport. I was seated in the front passenger seat and my mom was in the back seat. About 5 minutes into the drive home, my mom suddenly says something to the effect of, "I'm not sure if it's the lighting, but it looks like you're going thin at the back of your head...". I remember suddenly feeling a pit in my stomach. My dad has a full head of hair so hair loss was never something I had even considered before. I was a VERY vain young man who was into lifting weights and sort of had a "looks, money, status" mentality so this made for a very anxious drive for the next 30-40 minutes.
When we got back to my parents' house, I ran, yes, ran up the stairs to a bathroom where I could take a hand mirror and investigate what was happening in the larger bathroom mirror. I was met with a sight I would grow to hate and be insecure over for the next 4 years. Unmistakablely at my crown was a thin patch. I had no idea this was happening and was wondering how long ago this had started.
At the risk of a dear diary, I did what a lot of balding men do. I entered a legitimate... depressive funk... for about a month. Then I was in denial for a while until it became apparent it was getting worse and then it became a massive insecurity. I hated having people seated behind me and as it got worse, I would die a little inside when people's eyes drifted up to it when I was with them. Again, I was very vain, so I was not taking this well. Also, the guys I used to hang with at the time were all too happy to see me taken down a peg by going bald.
I think a big benefit to losing my hair was that it successfully killed the vain and superficial part of me. For the first time, I was faced with a situation that was outside of my control which rendered me subject to a certain level of prejudice from a sizeable portion of the population. I was not going to take finasteride, use minoxidil, or get a hair transplant. It truly was my first age related change that came with baggage.
At around 26, I was getting my haircut and I told my barber to shave it all down one day. He tried to talk me out of it, but I insisted. He refused to go lower than a #1 guard which annoyed me, but I accepted so he'd get on with it. I went home and then shaved it down even further. I remember the reaction being pretty interesting. For older people, think the baby boomer generation, like my parents, there definitely seemed to be this impression that a completely shaved head was atypical and sort of a social outsiders look. Think about how many older guys you see whose hair is completely gone yet they still style what's left like a guy who has a full heads of hair does. My parents were very ambivalent about it at first but I didn't care, I hated my hair and was glad it was gone.
For younger people my age, it was definitely received well. I remember walking around my office the next day and seeing people's reactions. It was funny... People who had seen me before would just stop and stare at me in silence, not in a creepy or judgemental way, but with obvious surprise and curiosity. Again, the vain part of me died sometime shortly after losing my hair, but I do think I look better bald... I have an athletic build, good shaped head, Mediterranean complexion, and very chiseled facial features with good dark facial stubble. I remember distinctly walking down the hall and a few women at different points just eyeing me with a slight smile on their faces. One even said when it came up during a meeting later that week, "you look SO different" It was a complete 180 for me and I kicked myself for not having shaved it off sooner.
For anyone who thinks I'm making too much out of this, take note that this was how other people at my office reacted to the young guy whose ugly, balding hair must have looked bad shaving his head and not being perceived as ugly because I was balding but looking better as a bald man. Everyone else made a fuss over it, not me. So powerful is the contrarian outcome in our world that it totally throws people for a loop. I had 'friends' in college who delighted when I began losing my hair in part because it was supposed to be the end of me cosmetically. Bald men are SUPPOSED to be ugly and unattractive, right?
Being the fit, accepting bald guy is a much better energy than the insecure balding guy. Sorry for the novel, I've never written about this so I guess I had more to say about it than I thought.