First, I’m not sure there is any point to this post except to say that I felt the need to write. There, you’ve been warned.
Second, I’m really not sure I could ever explain away my cowlick. I’m not sure what perfect storm of genetic information collided to form the cowlick on the front of my head, but it’s a monstrocity.
And I love it.
A barber once examined it because he thought it was so interesting. He counted seven individual cowlicks that combined to create a perfect whirlpool of hair right in the front and a little to the right. The upper portion sticks straight up, almost as if I had decided to feather my hair in a really weird place.
I’ll never forget the time a coworker told me, jokingly of course, that he wanted to use my cowlick as one of those punch posts for stacking receipts or notes. The exact phrase used the word “unicorn” if that helps give you an idea. While you might doubt the actual functionality of my cowlick to do that, you really should take a good look at it some time. It makes Calvin from Calvin & Hobbes look positively well groomed.
Because of it, I’ve kept my hair cut very short for almost six years now. It’s just easier to maintain and control when my hair is very short. The last time I cut my hair, though, I dropped the clippers and broke the face plate. Ah, the choice…. Do I spend $20 and replace the clippers or grow my hair out? Decisions, decisions, decisions.
Seemingly a small choice for sure, but with all the changes in life lately, it only seems appropriate that the “horn” should be reborn.
Courtney will be happy; she likes to twirl her fingers around the whirlpool-edge of the cowlick. As for me, I’m going to see if I can’t get some part-time work as a unicorn or, at the very least, a punch post for a pile of receipts somewhere.