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There were a few extra hairs on my comb today. Toss in a couple more extractions when Ella goes to town sitting on my shoulders, and it's pretty hard to avoid the obvious conclusion that "abandon ship" has been ordered. I'm not a particularly vain person about my appearance, but memories of being called "shaved pig" in boot camp are kind of hard to unremember.
My intial reactions to the losses are not out of character: To hell with it- If the boys aren't strong enough to hold on, they don't deserve to be there. Still, this coping mechanism isn't without it's disadvantages as it lacks a perspective that allows for some kind of growth and proper acceptance (acceptance being the keyword, it doesn;t make me less of a man to have no hair, so fighting it goes against how I generally do things). It's still too early to start considering shaving it, or alternate combing styles, but perhaps imaging how it would look, could be useful
Ah, much better. I feel more mature now.