I remember one night I was at a bar (sad and alone as usual) and from across the bar I saw him. He was my exact balding pattern. He was my exact body build. He was my exact complexion. His facial features were even quite proportionate to mine. He was for all appearances sake my exact physical equal.
I studied him closely...
He seemed nice. He seemed to have a friendly, relaxed disposition. Even when I heard him speak he sounded intelligent and self-assured. He had a clean look to him. His clothes suited him nicely. Even his posture was that of a well adjusted young man.
So case closed, right?
No, there was something else. Something was dulling his aura. Something seemed to negate his personality. It was something boring. It was something lifeless. There was something missing. Yes, it was his hair, specifically the top part. But it wasn't just the hair. You see, I tried to imagine him walking in with a beautiful girl (or two) but I just couldn't. I tried to imagine him joining in all the laughter and joking that was going on around us, but I couldn't see him doing that either. I tried to imagine him being attractive, strong, creative... but I just couldn't see it in him. Of course I knew it was the balding that did it because that's what did it to me too, but I could also see clearly how the balding hung like a dark cloud over every single one of his good qualities. Looking at him I couldn't escape the sorrow of loss looming over him in every way.
Even as I sympathized with him. Even as I saw clear as day all this good human qualities that he possessed. Even though I could see that if only he had hair he would obviously be a VERY good looking young guy. Even as I was in the exact situation as he was. I still couldn't deny that he was quite unappealing because of that one factor...
So there we both sat, on opposite ends of the bar, two young balders, quitely sipping our beers and looking on while everyone in the middle of the bar was embracing eachother. Everyone who had hair.
I studied him closely...
He seemed nice. He seemed to have a friendly, relaxed disposition. Even when I heard him speak he sounded intelligent and self-assured. He had a clean look to him. His clothes suited him nicely. Even his posture was that of a well adjusted young man.
So case closed, right?
No, there was something else. Something was dulling his aura. Something seemed to negate his personality. It was something boring. It was something lifeless. There was something missing. Yes, it was his hair, specifically the top part. But it wasn't just the hair. You see, I tried to imagine him walking in with a beautiful girl (or two) but I just couldn't. I tried to imagine him joining in all the laughter and joking that was going on around us, but I couldn't see him doing that either. I tried to imagine him being attractive, strong, creative... but I just couldn't see it in him. Of course I knew it was the balding that did it because that's what did it to me too, but I could also see clearly how the balding hung like a dark cloud over every single one of his good qualities. Looking at him I couldn't escape the sorrow of loss looming over him in every way.
Even as I sympathized with him. Even as I saw clear as day all this good human qualities that he possessed. Even though I could see that if only he had hair he would obviously be a VERY good looking young guy. Even as I was in the exact situation as he was. I still couldn't deny that he was quite unappealing because of that one factor...
So there we both sat, on opposite ends of the bar, two young balders, quitely sipping our beers and looking on while everyone in the middle of the bar was embracing eachother. Everyone who had hair.