Because I've been short on the meaningless, self-indulgent navel-gazing lately...
I am now clean-shaven for the first time since 1992. Finally took a good long look in the mirror and thought, "Who exactly are you kidding? Grunge is over, you're in your late-30s, and you're a cube-jockey for a major financial institution who spends his days taking the specifications from the customers to the engineers."
Out came the clippers, and my quasi-rebellious youth became a pile of hair on the bathroom floor.
The shaved head will remain, although it's gone from "statement" (of what, I do not remember -- laziness?) to "male pattern baldness camouflage" over the last decade.
I will also continue to ride my fixed-gear in knickers from time to time, playing dress-up as a 20-something hipster, fully aware of just how pathetic that is. (Note to my one known British reader, those are 3/4-length pants, not my unmentionables. Man, it's hard to write for an actual English-speaking audience!)
On the not-terribly-bright side, at least I'm now (slightly more) respectable looking. Good thing, in case I need to hit the interview circuit unexpectedly. In my line of work, the corporate "walk of shame" is getting a little too common these days -- where you find a security guard with a cardboard box for your personal belongings waiting at your cube in the morning.
Goodbye, chin-chinchilla. You will be missed.