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I’ve just comeback from your run of the mill, everyday trip to the town centre - on my bike.
It’s usually no big deal, just your everyday random shopping trip.
Of course, I was wearing my baseball cap. I wear it everywhere I go these days.
The reason I wear it is because I see my hair as so cosmetically unacceptable, I feel I need to wear a baseball cap in order to function in some kind of working order.
To expand on this, when I go out these days, I just go straight there and then back home again. There is no feeling good or relaxing on my journey like I used too. I used to venture down my town without a care in the world, looking at girls and genuenally feeling good and calm about my life.
With my hair and the situation I am in now, it is almost impossible to relax like the good old days. My hair-line does nothing for my appearance that you would call positive. I see this as such as an important factor. Having a respectful hair-line is what this is about. That's why I have taken hair-loss in the worst possible way. If I had an acceptable hairline, I wouldn’t be in the mess I am in, I am more or less certain.
These days it’s a chore to go out. It’s just, straight to my destination and then back again. No messing about. This is mainly because I feel I am hiding my true-self behind my cap and have no right act what the youth and genuinely deluded would describe as being good on my journey. I personally feel this would be acting false, so that’s why I adopt the there and back stance.
I remember when I was a bit younger, I used to picture movie stars as I strolled down my town centre without a care in the world. Maybe I was a bit deluded myself, but I was confident and at the same time not arrogant at all.
My expression has certainly changed.
These days, when I look at people, it’s like I have this Norwood scale expression etched on my face. Like people are being looked at by this massive Norwood scale.
When I turn around and face people, it's like they are being faced by this massive picture of a Norwood scale in their direction, as the uncomfortable frown on my face is clearly evident.
Gone are the days when I used to feel confident about my appearance.
Anyway, like I mentioned, on my way home from my shopping trip I had what I can only describe as an eye to eye altercation with a fellow hair-loss sufferer.
It’s like both of us connected with our eyes.
Even though I was wearing a baseball cap, he knew what was under that cap of mine.
It started when I passed a small building site.
Sitting on the step of the building site was the hair-loss sufferer - a Norwood 7. A full fledged Norwood 7 with a shaved head. No big deal - he shaved it.
Well, as I was about to cycle past him, the expression on my face changed - I knew he was looking at me.
That’s when, all of a sudden, the thought of randomly wiggling hands in the air and yelling 'Nooooooooooorwood' came to mind. Not to mock him of course - but to just generally do some kind of Norwood activity as I passed him.
Because he was looking at me.
Because I had seen another Norwood, I smirked to myself and repeatedly started shouting 'Norwood Norwood Norwood Norwood' in my head.
This was mainly because I felt he noticed that I too, was a Norwood.
He was talking to this other guy - his work colleague, who didn’t have male pattern baldness. Like I say, during their conversation the guy with male pattern baldness began to stare at me. He had a smirk on his face as I passed on my bicycle.
It was that kind of embarrassed expression as he gazed at me, trying his utmost to stare the cap off of my head. He had a Norwood 7 shaved head like I said and was only about 28 or 29 years old.
Basically, it was like he could see right under my cap or was trying too. It was like he knew I had a shaved head underneath my cap.
It was like we were both connecting with our hair-loss thoughts at the same time. No one else knew - it was just us - it was that kind of eye contact that needs no words.
To comically put it, it was like he had those cartoon style eyes that expand from their sockets, like you see in cartoons.
Where his eyes, start to try and lift up my baseball cap in cartoony manner. That's how eager he was to look under my cap.
I don’t know if this is like some special hair-loss sufferers power but for some reason, I felt he knew I was wearing a baseball hat for more then its fashion purpose. It was like he actually knew that under my cap and beneath stale residue of minoxidil, was a Norwood.
It’s like we were both communicating with each other in the unspoken language of Norwood. You don’t have to say anything in particular. It’s like you are both shouting 'minoxidil' at each other and secretly reminiscing about minoxidil applications in the bathroom, without even muttering a word.
As I passed him on my bike, a part of me wanted to let loose. I just wanted to remove my cap off my head and frantically yell 'Nooooooooooooorwood' whilst I uncontrollably wiggled my hands in tha air, in utter jubilation.
I wanted to finally free myself from my cap.
I just don’t know what it is, but this happens a lot to me. It’s like fellow Norwoods are trying to suss what’s going on under that hat.
It’s like we are being scrutinised.
If you’re wearing a hat, be wary.
They really want to know.
As much as they carry on the conversation with you, they really want to know what‘s going on under that hat. They will do anything to get under that cap to see what you’re hiding.
It’s like you are permanently being followed by an army of secret Norwoods, all with 1 goal.
All ranging from your average Norwood 3v onwards.
They will do anything or use any instrument in order to take a glimpse of your own personal Norwood.
It just goes usaid.
It’s like they are congregate together in their own personal Norwood underworld. It's just that, they are never seen or rarely are they heard of.
They just have an inventory full of useful items that will help them in their quest to see under your cap.
It's like they are permanently on the run - a congregation of small hair loss sufferers known as The Norwoods, who will do anything to get that cap off your head or determine whether you have hair-loss or not.
If you are not wearing a cap and you talk to another hair-loss sufferer, it’s like both of your Norwoods are secretly competing with one another. Although things may appear to be going smoothly with your conversation with that particular person, the Norwoods are fighting their own personal secret joust on the top of your very own head.
It’s like an unsaid fight to see who personally comes out on top.
You are just apart of these small unspoken Norwood battles.
You simply just deliver the smirks from your own faces in the direction of the opposition - as the opposition Norwoods carry out their battles against you.
This battle never ends. It’s always a personal battle between the 2 future Norwoods, as to who is, basically put, better.
It is not only a constant battle, but I feel, that my own hair-loss is fighting its own personal battle with other people’s hair-loss everyday.
It’s usually no big deal, just your everyday random shopping trip.
Of course, I was wearing my baseball cap. I wear it everywhere I go these days.
The reason I wear it is because I see my hair as so cosmetically unacceptable, I feel I need to wear a baseball cap in order to function in some kind of working order.
To expand on this, when I go out these days, I just go straight there and then back home again. There is no feeling good or relaxing on my journey like I used too. I used to venture down my town without a care in the world, looking at girls and genuenally feeling good and calm about my life.
With my hair and the situation I am in now, it is almost impossible to relax like the good old days. My hair-line does nothing for my appearance that you would call positive. I see this as such as an important factor. Having a respectful hair-line is what this is about. That's why I have taken hair-loss in the worst possible way. If I had an acceptable hairline, I wouldn’t be in the mess I am in, I am more or less certain.
These days it’s a chore to go out. It’s just, straight to my destination and then back again. No messing about. This is mainly because I feel I am hiding my true-self behind my cap and have no right act what the youth and genuinely deluded would describe as being good on my journey. I personally feel this would be acting false, so that’s why I adopt the there and back stance.
I remember when I was a bit younger, I used to picture movie stars as I strolled down my town centre without a care in the world. Maybe I was a bit deluded myself, but I was confident and at the same time not arrogant at all.
My expression has certainly changed.
These days, when I look at people, it’s like I have this Norwood scale expression etched on my face. Like people are being looked at by this massive Norwood scale.
When I turn around and face people, it's like they are being faced by this massive picture of a Norwood scale in their direction, as the uncomfortable frown on my face is clearly evident.
Gone are the days when I used to feel confident about my appearance.
Anyway, like I mentioned, on my way home from my shopping trip I had what I can only describe as an eye to eye altercation with a fellow hair-loss sufferer.
It’s like both of us connected with our eyes.
Even though I was wearing a baseball cap, he knew what was under that cap of mine.
It started when I passed a small building site.
Sitting on the step of the building site was the hair-loss sufferer - a Norwood 7. A full fledged Norwood 7 with a shaved head. No big deal - he shaved it.
Well, as I was about to cycle past him, the expression on my face changed - I knew he was looking at me.
That’s when, all of a sudden, the thought of randomly wiggling hands in the air and yelling 'Nooooooooooorwood' came to mind. Not to mock him of course - but to just generally do some kind of Norwood activity as I passed him.
Because he was looking at me.
Because I had seen another Norwood, I smirked to myself and repeatedly started shouting 'Norwood Norwood Norwood Norwood' in my head.
This was mainly because I felt he noticed that I too, was a Norwood.
He was talking to this other guy - his work colleague, who didn’t have male pattern baldness. Like I say, during their conversation the guy with male pattern baldness began to stare at me. He had a smirk on his face as I passed on my bicycle.
It was that kind of embarrassed expression as he gazed at me, trying his utmost to stare the cap off of my head. He had a Norwood 7 shaved head like I said and was only about 28 or 29 years old.
Basically, it was like he could see right under my cap or was trying too. It was like he knew I had a shaved head underneath my cap.
It was like we were both connecting with our hair-loss thoughts at the same time. No one else knew - it was just us - it was that kind of eye contact that needs no words.
To comically put it, it was like he had those cartoon style eyes that expand from their sockets, like you see in cartoons.
Where his eyes, start to try and lift up my baseball cap in cartoony manner. That's how eager he was to look under my cap.
I don’t know if this is like some special hair-loss sufferers power but for some reason, I felt he knew I was wearing a baseball hat for more then its fashion purpose. It was like he actually knew that under my cap and beneath stale residue of minoxidil, was a Norwood.
It’s like we were both communicating with each other in the unspoken language of Norwood. You don’t have to say anything in particular. It’s like you are both shouting 'minoxidil' at each other and secretly reminiscing about minoxidil applications in the bathroom, without even muttering a word.
As I passed him on my bike, a part of me wanted to let loose. I just wanted to remove my cap off my head and frantically yell 'Nooooooooooooorwood' whilst I uncontrollably wiggled my hands in tha air, in utter jubilation.
I wanted to finally free myself from my cap.
I just don’t know what it is, but this happens a lot to me. It’s like fellow Norwoods are trying to suss what’s going on under that hat.
It’s like we are being scrutinised.
If you’re wearing a hat, be wary.
They really want to know.
As much as they carry on the conversation with you, they really want to know what‘s going on under that hat. They will do anything to get under that cap to see what you’re hiding.
It’s like you are permanently being followed by an army of secret Norwoods, all with 1 goal.
All ranging from your average Norwood 3v onwards.
They will do anything or use any instrument in order to take a glimpse of your own personal Norwood.
It just goes usaid.
It’s like they are congregate together in their own personal Norwood underworld. It's just that, they are never seen or rarely are they heard of.
They just have an inventory full of useful items that will help them in their quest to see under your cap.
It's like they are permanently on the run - a congregation of small hair loss sufferers known as The Norwoods, who will do anything to get that cap off your head or determine whether you have hair-loss or not.
If you are not wearing a cap and you talk to another hair-loss sufferer, it’s like both of your Norwoods are secretly competing with one another. Although things may appear to be going smoothly with your conversation with that particular person, the Norwoods are fighting their own personal secret joust on the top of your very own head.
It’s like an unsaid fight to see who personally comes out on top.
You are just apart of these small unspoken Norwood battles.
You simply just deliver the smirks from your own faces in the direction of the opposition - as the opposition Norwoods carry out their battles against you.
This battle never ends. It’s always a personal battle between the 2 future Norwoods, as to who is, basically put, better.
It is not only a constant battle, but I feel, that my own hair-loss is fighting its own personal battle with other people’s hair-loss everyday.
