Been pathetically terrified of making this move, but finally, today I am bald. Went to the barber and asked him to take the rest off (not Kojak, but pretty tightly buzzed). The fear was pumping hard, reminding me of those anxious few seconds in eighth grade when I realized Jen Edwards was dumping me.
The haircut fear lasted ten minutes. Then the barber looked at me and said, "You don't need to ever get a haircut again. Go buy a buzzer. Seeya."
The summer is halfway over. Go do something you're scared of.