Reality hit: What happened to my hair?
It used to be on the top of my head (and the sides and back too). It was long ... it was dark ... it was ... the 70s.
Hair, the musical, had just come out. So us 20- somethings wanted HAIR ... Long beautiful hair ... Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen.
Hair is a funny thing. We really care about it.
When you're pre-adolescent, you can probably remember the day that you first saw it grow under your arms and down South. For a boy, this was a sign of manhood ... well ... pre-manhood ... your voice changed later but at least you had your HAIR.
And then we get old.
Not only do we LOSE it ... it travels to places that we never thought hair could even grow. The ultimate insult.
So while you have it ... nurture it and look at it every day. Because one day ... someone might just say to you ... "Can you put on a hat? The glare hurts my eyes" or "I've seen more hair on a billiard ball."
... or my favorite ... "Maybe you should just let your eyebrows grow long and comb them back!"