You Know What We Have to Do by Part

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For the past few months, I have been experimenting with my hair often. At a point, I had a top knot with shaved sides and a hard part (the whole 9 yards). Recently I decided that it was time to switch it up, and I decided to go with a high bald fade shaved on the sides and cut it shorter on the top. This had been my regular haircut for some time now. It was like a routine. Every month, I would go to my barber and I would get the same high bald fade. However, this month was a little different. The night before my next shearing, I went out drinking with a few of my buddies. After coming home, I was scrolling through Instagram and saw that a lot of people were bleaching their hair. I had always had thick dark brown hair, and I decided I needed a change. So the next morning I decide after I got my bald fade, I would run to Wal-Mart and pick up some dye and bleach my hair.

I got home from my hair appointment with the bleach in hand. I mixed the ingredients and then I was off. About an hour later, I had achieved the ultimate bleached look...or so I thought. As the day progressed, my hair began turning less bleached and more of an orangish color. This was not what I wanted, so I scurried back to Wal-Mart to get my normal color back; however once I had arrived there, I realized that having the sides of my head shaved would not be conducive to hair color and I would probably end up staining the sides of my head. I was at a loss for what I could do. I could buy another bottle of bleach and hope it did not turn orange again...or I had another option...to shave my entire head bald.

The idea of shaving my head bald intrigued me. I knew that because I had just died my hair that morning, I would more than likely have to have it straight razored in order to get rid of all of the orange. I had never had my hair this short. I was willing to give it a try, but I was worried about how my friends and family would react because I am only 20 with a full head of hair. I was really concerned that it would not look right or that people would think it was weird because of my age. I ended up wandering around Wal-Mart trying to decided what I should do. My head was spinning contemplating over this dilemma. Then it dawned on me. I actually wanted to shave my head. In that moment, I set the hair dye that I had picked out down, and walked out of Wal-Mart.

I drove back to my apartment, and then it hit me. I could not go back to my usual barber because he would think I did not like the hair style, and I did not want to offend him. So I decided that I had to go somewhere new. Luckily there was a small two chair traditional barbershop within walking distance. I threw on a ball cap, and I was on my merry way to my second barbershop of the day.

I walked into the shop, and both of the barbers were open. The one barber greeted me, "Are you looking for a haircut?"

Butterflies had been fluttering in my stomach since I had left Wal-Mart. I was incredibly nervous. What was I getting myself into? As I heard him as the question, the only reply I could muster out was "Yes I am."

"Have a seat and we'll get ya started!" So I sat in the unattended chair and for some reason I kept my cap on. As he span me around in the chair to face the mirror, he asked "What are we doing today?" As he said that I removed the cap revealing the orange hair. The barber stared at it for a second as if he were waiting for me to say those magical words.

"I think you know what we have to do" I said.

"No, I think we can get around shaving all of it off." This was my way out. If I was going to back out, now was the time. I wanted to see what he had in mind, but there was something in my stomach kicking me to just tell him to shave it off. And just like that it happened...

"Just shave it all off. Make me bald." The words spewed out of my mouth before I even realized I said them.

"Ok" The barber responded "I'm going to buzz it all down to nothing." And just like that I was turned around to face away from the mirror. I got one last glance at my orange hair, and then I heard the sudden roar of the clippers. My stomach did a somersault and I could not stop my leg from shaking. Then he pulled the clippers up to the from of my forehead and swiped them back to the crown of my head. I had no idea how short he was actually shaving my head but all I saw were my blondish-orange locks fall onto the cape and floor around me. This continued until I was sure there was no hair left on my head because I could feel the breeze from the door. And then the clippers died and I was being span around to see the damage I had just inflicted upon myself. As he span me, I saw that there was a little fuzz left on my head, but because it was blondish you could not see it. "Now that's a bald head" he said as he dusted all of the hairs off from my neck. I was in udder shock. I could not believe what I had done, but at the same time, I kind of liked the way it looked. He removed the cape, I paid him, threw my ball cap back on and then went back to my apartment to further assess the damage.

When I got back, I found out that I next to no hair left, and it looked like I had never bleached it at all. But as I looked in the mirror, I craved it to be shorter. I realized I had already come this far, so I might of as well finish the job. Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed a new razor and my head was lathered. I stood there for a second asking myself if I should really go all the way. Before I could come up with a response in my head, I ran the razor from my forehead to the crown of my head. There was no going back at this point. So I finished the job and then I showered to get all of the loose hairs off of me. I stepped out of the shower and saw in the mirror for the first time my bald head. I could not help but to rub it incessantly. I loved the feeling and I could not get enough. However, I knew that I could not keep it like this because of my job.

So then I started thinking of other ways that would force me to shave my head again...

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