Cut My Hair But the World Still Looks the Same

So to start the New Year off right, I gave myself a haircut.  I finally quit kidding myself that my “comb over” was fooling anyone, put a number 2 head on the clippers and went to town.  Before I knew it, I had hair all over the sink – and very little left on my head. Staring at myself in the mirror after it was all said and done, I looked quite a bit different.  Not quite the distinguished “Jean-Luc Picard from Star Trek The Next Generation” look I was going for, but different none the less.  Yet somehow, the world around me still looked the same. Was I expecting maybe World Peace?  No, nothing quite that dramatic.  But gee whiz, finally coming to grips with the fact that you can no longer grow hair on the top of your head...