Isn't it weird how extreme your mood swings get when you start balding? I swear, I have no idea how realistic I'm even being about anything at this point.
It's like some days I feel really optimistic and half-cured, making plans about how I'll get some game-changing treatment in the very near future and live my life to the fullest once I have my hair back (I imagine it really would feel like a near-death experience), then on other days I'm totally depressed, thinking I must be deluded or sick in the head for believing I could possibly be living in a time that will see the discovery of an effective and safe cure/treatment for baldness (before I grow old); I mean, countless men in the past simply had to accept going bald, so what makes me think I'll be any luckier?
Then I realize that, eventually, one generation will have to be the first anyway, so why -not- mine? I mean, given how superficial we as a society now are, it's not likely for this disease to be ignored much longer.
( ... right? )
And I do this all the time – back and forth, caught in an endless argument with myself. I guess it's the uncertainty that drives you mad. Things would be so much easier if we at least had some sort of guarantee for whatever's to come in the next few years.
It's like some days I feel really optimistic and half-cured, making plans about how I'll get some game-changing treatment in the very near future and live my life to the fullest once I have my hair back (I imagine it really would feel like a near-death experience), then on other days I'm totally depressed, thinking I must be deluded or sick in the head for believing I could possibly be living in a time that will see the discovery of an effective and safe cure/treatment for baldness (before I grow old); I mean, countless men in the past simply had to accept going bald, so what makes me think I'll be any luckier?
Then I realize that, eventually, one generation will have to be the first anyway, so why -not- mine? I mean, given how superficial we as a society now are, it's not likely for this disease to be ignored much longer.
( ... right? )
And I do this all the time – back and forth, caught in an endless argument with myself. I guess it's the uncertainty that drives you mad. Things would be so much easier if we at least had some sort of guarantee for whatever's to come in the next few years.
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