Faux Hawk & Old Friends

Lost In The Algorithms — Daily Odyssey # 19

New Hair, Who Dis?

Sitting in the barber’s chair, a flood of memories and emotions hit me. The buzzing clippers were like a portal back in time, reconnecting me with an old friend I hadn’t seen in two decades. His hands, steady and familiar, were reshaping not just my hair but also my perception of turning 40.

The recently redone barber shop felt like a microcosm of my transformation. I am at the doorstep of a new decade, swapping my usual style for a bold faux hawk. It isn’t just a change of hairstyle. I feel a rebellion against the notion of fading quietly into middle age.

Each snip of the scissors was a stark reminder of the passage of time.

The mirror reflected back a man who had weathered storms — a writer, a single father, a survivor of life’s unpredictable twists. Yet, there was more than just survival in that reflection. There was a resurgence, a readiness to embrace the chaos and the beauty of the years to come.

As we talked, the barbershop became a sanctuary from the world outside, where people seemed to wander aimlessly, like mindless zombies lost in their routines. Our conversation was a lifeline back to a time when dreams were unbridled, and life was a canvas of endless possibilities.