This is probably one of the weirdest journal entry out there, but I'm going to share it anyways.

I've always had hair on my head. That is, for the last twenty-three years or so, I've had a head of hair, I was born with hair on my head. Having a great head of hair, I never really gave it a second thought, not even when I shaved it all off.

Today when I was dragging the straight razor across my head, listening to it scrape off the last layer of stubborn stubble, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell I was doing. Not that I don't like my shaved head, but what the fuck what I thinking when I shaved it the first time? I mean, I had a great haircut, and I shaved it all off, why?

It started almost two months ago,when a friend of mine, drunkenly, told me that he wanted to shave my head, why I still don't know. But we were both kinda drunk, so we forgot about it. Then a week later, before we started drinking we decided that if I shaved my head, he'd shave his. After drinking for a few hours, five of us shaved our head.

**I should state her that I am currently in training, as is everyone else in this story, which is 100% true, we're brothers in a very difficult job. don't judge us**

This started some real crazy shit, which ended up with twenty-two of us shaving our heads, we looked like a gang of skinheads walking around town and campus. Honestly, I can say that some people should never, EVER shave their heads. Luckily I'm not one of them.

Now, months later, I am only of three that have kept the shaved head look, to the point that people don't remember me with hair. I have to shave it every other day to keep it from getting scratchy, but I love it.

That's what I realized when I was shaving it today, despite having a good set of hair, I'd never really had a style that fit me. It took me twenty-three years to realize that having no hair at all, is my style, not matter how much work it takes.

I warned you it was a weird entry

I'll get a pic up soon