But I like it. Since I was very young I loved my curly and abundant hair. A couple of years ago it started to grow thinner and thinner and I lost so much that I thought I would end up bald in my late twenties, just like my dad.
I didn't mind the fact I was getting bald. The thought of pulling off a kick ass beard and a shaven head was appealing to me. But to be honest I like my hair, I've always liked to experiment with it, to get different hair cuts, to play with different hair styles in the shower, to fix my hair depending on the occasion - you know, it's not the same going to a fancy dinner that requires a nice hair than visiting your niece that will surely get your hair all messed up while playing "hairdresser". I think you get the drill. I like my hair.
Long story short, I tried some natural remedies for hair loss, started eating healthier and specific food that strengthens the hair roots, did some weird rituals involving the yellow part of an egg and some other stuff and against all odds, here I am, rocking a full bush - in my head, come on, don't be like that.
Speaking about bushes - or any trivial subject for that matter -, they say that a good writer (or wanna be writer) has to be able to write about any particular topic without losing his reader's attention. My dad always used to say to me "if you want to be a good writer, you have to be an excellent reader. For every hour you write, read for 10 hours".
I think both statements are correct. Any person who considers theirself a writer should be able to hold on to the readers no matter the subject and, in order to be able to do that, that writer has to have read tons of books, exploring different styles, playing with genres, making music with the words, using the wide range of tools we have at our disposition.
That takes me to my next subject. Reading. I haven't been able to read a single book so far on this year. Compared to my average of +100 books a year while I was in high school and college, my current situation is deplorable, almost despicable. I have time, I spend too much time on my cellphone, time that I could use for reading but to be honest with you, my reader, and myself, I haven't felt in the mood for reading lately.
The time will come. I'm a man of streaks and vogues. I'm sure the era when I read a book per week will come back. I just need to give it some time and it will flow back to me, if I push it I'll break it.
Speaking about broken things. The driver just broke the silence and the co-pilot is demanding I pay her some attention, I have to go.