And then I was bald.
I've been shaving my head for a little over a week now. That glorious hairline from my user photo is but a faded memory at this point. That half-way-bald thing I had going was becoming silly looking, and I figure when my hairline is similar to my dad's I'll let some hair grow back in on the sides.
On Saturday I took my usual trip down to the gyro place. I had planned ahead for this one - the last time I was there I made a mental note of exactly how much my meal cost, and during the week I made sure to put aside exactly that much in cash and change. You see, the woman at the register recognizes me now, and as soon as she sees me says, "Chicken gyro and a diet coke, right?" This time I said, "$8.16, right?"
But it wasn't. They'd raised the price.
I'LL GET YOU SOMEDAY, GYRO WOMAN!
On the way home I fell back into a particularly sour mood I've been nursing for a couple of weeks (pretty much coinciding with my return to online personals) and managed to convince myself that I was not a human being. I figured I either possessed or more likely lacked something that made everyone else human, and that's how I've ended up such a lonely, unloveable weirdjob. It seemed pretty reasonable at the time, but a nap snapped be back to my senses.
After the nap, I willed myself to build a compost heap out of those old tires. I used my electric drill to make some holes, then used my dremmel to turn those holes into slits for rebar. Next, I dug a four inch pit for the bottom tire to keep burrowing animals out. Then I stacked the tires, put the rebar through the slits, and made a lid out of some old pegboard. As a finishing touch, I put a brick on top to keep anything short of the neighbor kids out.
Fair warning if you decide to make your own recycled tire compost heap: it is possible to become so incredibly dirty that you give yourself friction burns from all the scrubbing afterwards. All you have to do is something that creates tiny pieces of molten tire which land all over your hands and forearms.
On Sunday I just started walking all over the place. Walked to the kosher deli and had a falafel on lafa sandwich, walked to the library (they're upgrading their catalog system, so I couldn't reserve the book I was looking for), and finally to the grocery store. It was a beautiful day, and the sun was out. And because I was outside for a good three hours, and because I forgot I have no hair now, I ended up a little sunburned.
Today I went for my fourth or fifth meeting with my counselor. At one point, while discussing the issues I have meeting and then attracting women, she was silent for a moment before saying, "You're a real problem."
(I replied, "Thank you.")
I left the appointment with an assignment for the next two weeks - start conversations, in person, with five women I've never met. Just stupid little "how about this crazy weather we're having" conversations. I'll keep everyone posted on how horribly this goes.
werdnA
On Saturday I took my usual trip down to the gyro place. I had planned ahead for this one - the last time I was there I made a mental note of exactly how much my meal cost, and during the week I made sure to put aside exactly that much in cash and change. You see, the woman at the register recognizes me now, and as soon as she sees me says, "Chicken gyro and a diet coke, right?" This time I said, "$8.16, right?"
But it wasn't. They'd raised the price.
I'LL GET YOU SOMEDAY, GYRO WOMAN!
On the way home I fell back into a particularly sour mood I've been nursing for a couple of weeks (pretty much coinciding with my return to online personals) and managed to convince myself that I was not a human being. I figured I either possessed or more likely lacked something that made everyone else human, and that's how I've ended up such a lonely, unloveable weirdjob. It seemed pretty reasonable at the time, but a nap snapped be back to my senses.
After the nap, I willed myself to build a compost heap out of those old tires. I used my electric drill to make some holes, then used my dremmel to turn those holes into slits for rebar. Next, I dug a four inch pit for the bottom tire to keep burrowing animals out. Then I stacked the tires, put the rebar through the slits, and made a lid out of some old pegboard. As a finishing touch, I put a brick on top to keep anything short of the neighbor kids out.
Fair warning if you decide to make your own recycled tire compost heap: it is possible to become so incredibly dirty that you give yourself friction burns from all the scrubbing afterwards. All you have to do is something that creates tiny pieces of molten tire which land all over your hands and forearms.
On Sunday I just started walking all over the place. Walked to the kosher deli and had a falafel on lafa sandwich, walked to the library (they're upgrading their catalog system, so I couldn't reserve the book I was looking for), and finally to the grocery store. It was a beautiful day, and the sun was out. And because I was outside for a good three hours, and because I forgot I have no hair now, I ended up a little sunburned.
Today I went for my fourth or fifth meeting with my counselor. At one point, while discussing the issues I have meeting and then attracting women, she was silent for a moment before saying, "You're a real problem."
(I replied, "Thank you.")
I left the appointment with an assignment for the next two weeks - start conversations, in person, with five women I've never met. Just stupid little "how about this crazy weather we're having" conversations. I'll keep everyone posted on how horribly this goes.
werdnA