When I forget I’m bald.

Tonight I was out with Julian and some friends, having a great time, all dressed up, and Julian and I took a walk down the alley to see if the gum wall had been resurrected (it has). On our way down a woman was walking roughly next to us (slightly ahead of us) and she kept glancing at me and finally touched her head and I don’t know what she was getting at but I replied, “Yes, I have cancer,” and she kept walking and didn’t look at me again or look back.

And now I’m thinking, maybe she was saying, “Nice head!” or “Love the hair style!” but to me it felt like, “Why the hell are you bald?” or “You look terrible with no hair.”

And I just don’t know where to put that.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s