Okay, so I’ve been noticing my hair thinning a bit lately, and it’s been bugging me. I’m a big fan of “Stone Cold” Steve Austin, and I always admired his look, even when he went full-on bald. So, I figured, maybe I could pull off the same thing. I mean, if it’s good enough for the Texas Rattlesnake, it’s good enough for me, right?
First, I watched a bunch of old Stone Cold matches. Just to, you know, get a feel for the baldness. To study it. I noticed how he owned it. Confidence is key, I guess.
Taking the Plunge
Then, I did some research. Okay, I Googled “how to shave your head” for like an hour. There are a surprising number of videos on this. Found a few that seemed straightforward enough. Mostly, it was guys saying, “Just do it! It’s easy!” Easy for them to say, they probably didn’t spend the last few years meticulously combing their hair just so.
Next, I bought a decent electric razor. Didn’t go for the super cheap one, figured I’d invest a little in my new look. Also got some shaving cream, because apparently, that’s important for your scalp, too. Who knew?
- Razor: Check.
- Shaving cream: Check.
- Courage: …working on it.
The Shave
So, the big day arrived. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, razor in hand, feeling like I was about to enter the Royal Rumble. Except, instead of fighting 29 other dudes, I was fighting my own hair follicles.
I started with the sides. The electric razor buzzed, and clumps of hair fell into the sink. It was… liberating, actually. Kind of like ripping off a Band-Aid, but a really, really big one. And one that took about 20 minutes.
The top was the trickiest part. I had to make sure I got everything evenly. I used the mirror, and my hands to feel for any missed spots. It was slow going, and I definitely nicked myself a couple of times. Nothing major, just a little battle damage. Adds character, right?
After the electric razor.I spread the shaving cream,and took another manual razor to finish my head shaving.
The Aftermath
Finally, I was done. I rinsed my head, patted it dry, and looked in the mirror. It was… me. But balder. A lot balder. Honestly, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It felt… good. Clean. Powerful, even. Maybe a little bit like Stone Cold Steve Austin.
I rubbed some aftershave balm on my head (another thing I learned from Google), and that was it. The whole process probably took about an hour, including the research and the pep talks to myself in the mirror.
So, yeah, I went full Stone Cold. And I don’t regret it. It’s a change, for sure, but it’s a change I’m embracing. Now, all I need is a can of whoop-ass and a couple of Steveweisers. And maybe a championship belt. Okay, maybe I’m getting carried away.
