Randomness from an overactive mind
Fear and aging in NYC
This is a sensitive subject, but I decided that putting it out there may help me cope a little better.
Recently, I realized my hair is thinning on the crown (back, top) and it’s really starting to stress me out. To be honest, I’ve already reacted and started using Rogaine, with the intent of stopping the thinning, if not growing back some of the lost hair. The only problem here is that you have to continue using the stuff, otherwise any newly grown hair will be lost within a few weeks. This means that I’m probably going to be stuck using the stuff for the rest of my life. I’m only 25. That’s, presumably, a lot of life left ahead.
It’s scary facing an issue like this for two reasons. Beyond the obviously vain reasons that serve as the first half of this equation, just the notion of accepting that I’m no longer 18 and invincible to the world is scary. It’s such a weird thing to look at, especially when I don’t have a set career path or any real idea where I want to go in life. Hair loss? Teeth problems? This is heavy stuff that I’m not sure I’m ready for.
How does everyone else handle growing up and getting old? Does everyone get freaked out by this stuff or am I simply over thinking things?
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Thanks for the input, man. Once you get moved and settled in, we should def chill sometime. I forgot how intelligent conversations can be with you lol. I’m dreading Tommy leaving the store for the same reason. Not many people there who are smarter than me and can make me feel like I can still learn something.
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It happens. haha Brilliance doesn’t come as easy to some. We’ve known that for years. I’m lucky that the people I work with now are all film centric people, who know good films for once. Not the usual trolls that tend to talk about how great G.I. Joe is. *shudders* And we definitely should hang out when my move is settled in. Only 12 days. I’m quite excited for the new place, too.
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I know that feeling all too well. Around 25 is when it started. Actually, roughly a year after I started a job. And then the hair started disappearing. I was outraged, saddened, felt unattractive and all that fun stuff we guys sometimes go through that girls don’t realize. But after awhile, I gave up caring. My girlfriend loves me and still finds me attractive, I have other girls who find me attractive as well (a real ego boost) and why let my hairline affect the way that I am? Fuck that. I’ll just shave my head and keep it short for now on.
But yeah, it’s tough. Just remember… it’s just hair. We are no longer Samson. Our hair is not the source of our power.