He had such a tiny little head. I thought it wasn't even there till he got pretty close. Foggy day, your head can get lost in the fog if you're not careful, if it's as tiny a head as his.He took to wearing bright colored suits with big shoulders that made his shoulders wider, accentuated the smallness of his head. He was unaware. He thought that wearing the pimp daddy hats with the wide brims and the looong white feather coming out of the side, velvet and in some way matching the suit itself, he thought that would make up for it.
At least that's what I think.
Maybe he wasn't even aware of his head, of how tiny it was. Maybe he didn't look in the mirror every morning as I do and maybe even if he did he didn't say to himself my god that's a tiny head I've got, as I no doubt would.
Sometimes we are completely unaware of our idiosyncrasies that make us who we are until somebody tells us. I had no idea that my fingernails were so different, so fucked up, until a boyfriend pointed them out, practically called me a freak, asked me why my fingernails were like that. Like what? What are you talking about? I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.
My fingernails are more convex across the top, sloping domes that take up an inordinate amount of space on the tops of my fingers unlike other people. They are like claws in the way they come out of my cuticles, like claws growing out of the flesh, perhaps like a cat's claws, retractable, only mine are not retractable. I told him he was full of shit. Just because my fingernails are different from yours doesn't mean they're fucked up!
But he was right. I started noticing other peoples' fingernails, started making a point of noticing other peoples' fingernails, and mine are the only ones like mine that I've come across so far. My fingernails are fucked up! But now that I know that I can take proper measures to assure that no one else is freaked out by them. I can go the proper lengths to avoid letting anyone see them for what they are, disguise them in some way, with gloves or looong rings or maybe keep them shoved in my pockets. Keep those things out of our sight. Disgusting!
Maybe that's the way it is with the man and his tiny head. Maybe he just doesn't know. Maybe his friends aren't close enough, comfortable enough to say Hey, Joe, your head is fucked up! It's so fucking small. I could be his friend. He would see that I was looking out for his best interests. He would appreciate my attempt to give him a heads up, as it were, on that which I find unseemly, and which he naturally would find unseemly too.
Or maybe not. Maybe he likes his head the way it is. Maybe he's proud of it even. What kind of a freak is he to think so highly of himself, to dress like some kind of an important person, walking around with a head the size of a marble? Well, of course it isn't literally the size of a marble but it is freakishly small. In my opinion. That's only my opinion and it's free and---
