I live with it everyday. The truth is that I really am balding—my hair is dropping out at an alarming rate and it’s obvious form looking at me that I’m losing hair.
The worst part is on the crown of my head and then the very top where the cowlick is. The crown part has had me worried for years, but lately I discovered that the top is even worse! It all goes down when I wash my hair in the shower and see at least 10-11 hairs in my hands from adding the wash/conditioner to my scalp.
I got one of those blading patterns that will leave me looking like a friar monk with that ring of hair around the sides but a shitty barren top.
Before I went to California and basically stressed myself out really bad, I used to meditate in the shower to grow my hair back and it worked. It was the power of will, intent and concentration that helped it grow. Now I have none of those virtues — I’m just some balding guy approaching 40. Come on…
The other side to this is that it shouldn’t really matter if I’m going bald. Fuck it. As long as I’m doing awesome shit, it shouldn’t matter. Look at Kelly Slater. Seth Godin. Kojak. And so on.
What I’m doing now is using a special shampoo that’s a tad pricey and some natural solution I run on my scalp once a week for 3 months. I’m 1/3 into and if anything it’s a good placebo. After I rub it in I do feel like my hair is less likely to fall out. And perhaps it doesn’t.
All I know is that I better do something amazing or I really will be my own worst enemy—an overweight unhappy balding guy in his 40s.