Why does every one feel the need to touch my bald head? I don't have hair to absorb the natural oils that my scalp produces so my head is quite slick. Do people understand this? No. There is some sort of pure joy that people get out of rubbing my head. I guess this nice little gesture should make me feel like people care about me and want to be my friend. Then again, I don't like when people touch me. So stop.
Regardless of what friends of mine that I've known since childhood might say, I am surprisingly quite content with my little bald head. Years ago, I was so bent out of shape about how my hair looked. I would purposely buy sunglasses that had mirror-like lenses so that I could look at myself and make sure that every hair was in place. Quite odd if I do say so myself.
Irregardless, I love my little bald glava. There are so many days that I just hop in and out of the shower and get ready for the day. So unbelievably easy. Sure, I have to take the time to shave it, but by now I'm a pro, so I really only need about 10 minutes every other day. Brriillliiaanntt. I suggest the shave for anybody out there. You'll love it.
Would I grow my thick head of hair back if I had the chance? Of course, but let me tell you - I wasn't about to be beaten by genetics. You've got to get up earlier than 04:00 a.m. to fool me. You've also got to learn to work the system, not let the system work you, wear you down, and break you apart. Uh, hellooo, like I said I don't like when people touch me... or tell me what to do, for that matter. (Andrea rubbed off on me I guess, what can I say?)
Well, time for dinner. Chicken, french fries, some kupus salad and a glass of orange juice. Prijatno. Peace out.
Nikola
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