I live with a constant state of what I like to call "peaceful hopelessness". I know I'm fucked once my hair goes , I've already accepted that once my hair goes my life is essentially over socially and romantically speaking. Because I am not someone who can pull of baldness at all I plan to isolate myself as much as possible and just live somewhere away from people seeking pleasure in my hobbies rather then people. This is peaceful to me to think about , and although it's not my first choice it is what would happen.
But until that day that I am actually bald what do I do? Well , for one I am a hat prisoner and wear it in 95% of the time when I go out. My hair isn't even that terrible yet , but it putting a hat on saves me the effort of worrying about it. Other then wearing a hat I cope . I try to live my life as if I didn't suffer from baldness , because until the point I'm actually fully bald there is no point living like a bald person. I cope by telling myself that a cure will come soon , that medications will work, that I will bald slowly or even that a hairpiece wouldn't be that bad.
That's how I deal with it. But don't get me wrong , it still ruins my life