It’s definitely a weird feeling.

It feels cold because of the draftiness up on the top of my dome, and yet, when the sun is shining, I feel a lot warmer.

I keep throwing my head to the left, thinking that I still have hair to control in this manner. I try to go into a cough over the shoulder just to seem like I’m not completely losing it.

When I get an itch, I scratch my head as hard as if I still had a deep layer of hair separating me from the target and the rest of the world. And it hurts when I do this.

I’m having a hard time getting this sucker to be actually smooth. There’s quite a stubble all over the place, which is making my beanie wearing experience… a very annoying one.

In response to Nathan, sleeping on the pillow yesterday night was pretty different.

I haven’t had too many surprise reactions to the baldness yet. I had someone start to giggle as they saw me, which I thought was hilarious. Some stand in amazement of the astonishing difference in the density of hair.

I’m liking it though. One less thing to worry about (except for the shaving part… must get rid of the stubs). Definitely don’t have to use shampoo or conditioner. Finally have an excuse to wear a beanie or a hat everywhere (hooray for accessorizing… and actually, not really an excuse, but the ability to wear a head covering without first taming the beast that used to be my hair).

And, I look awesome. I really do need to start telling people that I’m going to be a monk. In the Temple… of Awesome.

That ends my initial thoughts on my hairlessness.

If you’ve been following me on Twitter, you would have seen some tweets that were used in the making of this post. I feel like that’s exactly one of the many ways I should be using Twitter: a place to just start forming ideas, not only by just my tweets, but also from talking with others on Twitter.