Why do you give a shit? You don't. Neither do I.

My hair has gotten me laid on more than one occasion. In college I had rock star hair. The kind of streaked blond thick full awesome hair that women pay hundreds of dollars to get. It would go down to the center of my back. I had hotter hair than every chick, and I'd just wake up and it would look awesome. Women would date me, men would hit on me, I intimidated chicks. I just refused the free drinks the men offered me.

This isn't a "brag", it is just how it is. It made me distinctive. Most guys won't grow their hair out to fabulous levels like that, and the chicks dig it. Why? Who knows. Rock stars I guess making them get all sexually tingly. I did it because it was fun to be different.

Of course I'm older now, and my hair looked like Jeff Bridges hair now. I have more the flowly cow lick nonsense like he does. Waves. That was the primary reason I grew it out, to settle down the cowlicks and waves with gravity.

I've shaved my head before, I would grow it out for a couple of years, then shave it off and donate it to locks of love for children with cancer, then grow it right back out again. I did that twice, but not any more. I don't give to charities now as they're all scams. So tonight was the final time shaving my head with a 7/16" guard. So I look like a big furry penis.

It's summer, and thanks for global warming/cooling it's 100F+ these days, it's time to cut it all off because it's getting hot as balls. And my balls are already pretty steamy.

But why?

It's because IDGAF, and neither should you. Looks only matter if you're worshipping pussy. It doesn't matter at all what you look like if you're not chasing pussy. I dress like a homeless bum and have wild and crazy hair, like Jeff Bridges hair, except longer, and now gone as of this evening.

It's pointless to hang on to the past. Maybe a chick complimented a shirt you had once, and you've been wearing it ever since, or a hat someone said something nice about so you've been wearing it nonstop fantasizing that it makes a difference in your life.

It's that quest for female validation.

Give that up if you still cling to it. Ignore compliments by people you'll never see again. Most likely you're out of date and still wearing bell bottoms because some chick thought you were cool at Woodstock.

I have a friend who wears pink corduroy pants because a woman said she liked them once. They're almost weird enough to be back in fashion. Except he looks like a sea captain in pink pants.

Let it go if you're clinging to shit. Throw it out. Start your life over. I shaved my head on the porch, and brushed it into the flower beds for the landscapers to deal with.