I reckon I’m going to need a haircut in the next week or so, which raises a pertinent question. Do I just ask for the usual? I’ve realised that there must be a point in your life when you say to yourself, “this will be the hairstyle I’ll have for life”. Countless generations have proven me right. Look at photos of your grandparents or parents. One of the few consistent factors is the hairstyle.
I mean, other factors may get in the way. If I was to go bald for instance, then that would require a further re-evaluation of hairstyle choice, but as it stands I have a thick enough head of hair. Graham Gooch post transplant springs to mind. Not much risk there.
It’s a worrying thought though that I may have already unwittingly made my final hairstyle choice. I feel the need to diversify. A couple of years ago I tried to grow my hair slightly longer again (it used to be really long back in the mid to late 90’s). I ended up with a mullet of sorts. Kind of like a less extreme Scottish version of Pat Sharp. A disaster.
The realisation that I am no longer “too cool for school” does not sit easy. Next thing you know I’ll be heading into that age group of men who feel the need to shave every day. Safe hairstyle, regular shave. Oh shit, I’m one step away from elasticated waistbands on my jeans.
A sobering thought for a Wednesday. I must resist. I think I’ll dye it green and maybe get a tattoo. The relentless creep of time isn’t going to get me. I’m still young am I not?. I believe in Metal for the masses and still play Mario Kart like an excited kid. I still laugh at online clips of idiots falling off of bikes and smacking their faces into the ground.
Nah, I’ll be alright for now. Shave it all off.
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