So maybe shaving your head is a noble act worthy of commendation, something that many cannot put themselves to do, a sacrifice too detrimental for a non-martyr. Or perhaps it is the rational choice to keep your hair and your dignity, so that you can continue living that perfect dream of yours, lost in fanatical facades.. And I may have chose the formal, but who is to judge which is the right choice--because none are. You can either choose to be logical and human or opt for something bigger in life than your sub-standard style of living.. Choices are difficult, predicaments that don't leave options for collaboration nor hardly any form of compromise. It is a challenge of which pros you fight for and what cons you are willing to support. It was not an easy (two) day(s) of school that I have gone through just only. Apart from the usual expected stares and faces contorted with questioning expressions, I am disgusted by the very few who have that little amount of so-called bravery to make a mockery out of such a clean act and yet would go down on their knees begging for mercy if forced to rip that forest out off their shiny sphere. The disdain that got provoked out off me was hardly inevitable, it was pure shame that transcended into an emotion ironic to the bald head. I must remind myself, the loss of hair was to leave a lasting impression of children undergoing chemotherapy and such a tender age, and yet I, a matured youth and teenager, cannot stand such injuries within a span of two days.... and perhaps that disdain and disregard developed for others reflects on the man in the mirror...