blue hair.
alright so my hair is blue. it was green last week, now it’s blue. i mean blue. like, the bluest thing you’ve ever seen. solid, complete, blue.
i would really like to explain why, because today someone asked me why i did it, and then someone else said i only did it so people would talk to me about it.
AND I HATE HIM FOR SAYING THAT
THAT IS THE COMPLETE OPOSITE OF THE TRUE REASON.
if you knew me you would know that i hate talking to people. when i see people that i know in public places, i never say hi. never. i supose you would like to call me rude, but i am not rude by my definition, just indifferent. i don’t feel the need to say "hi." i don’t see what exactly it is that greeting somebody accomplishes. my dad says i’m part of a society and that is my obligation as part of a society. last time i checked, my participation in society was optional. hense the blue hair.
the real reason that i died my hair blue was because i supose i’m just one of those people who are always changing their hair. i couldn’t stand to be the kind of people on tv who have had the same hairstyles since they were little girl’s and now they are like a million years old. i HAVE to mix things up, or i’ll lose my mind.
i did not do this for anyone else, i did it because when i look in the mirror i wanted to see something different than i had been seeing for the last couple of years. it has nothing to do with low self-esteem, just boredom.
what i hate the most about haveing my hair the strange color that it is is that rondom people come up to me in the hallway at school and say "BLUE HAIR!" and "i love your hair!" and "WOW! BLUE!"
newsflash: i don’t care. trust me. i have blue hair. you like it, you don’t like it, i’ll have it the same no matter how you feel. notice i don’t comment on anyone’s ear wholes big enough to put a pencil through or their tattoos that they have on the wierdest places like the inside of their mouth or the fact that many people take the presidential electing WAY to seriously for a person who can’t even vote.
i promise. i did not do this for attention. i hate attention, and i hate being in the spotlight. it’s kind of a curse that something i like as much as my blue hair causes something i hate as much as attention and forces me to smile everytime someone says "i like your hair" even though i turn around immediatly and role my eyes.
i’m really serious about this, though. if you see someone in public with a crazy hairstyle, don’t comment. i promise, they’ve heard it before, and they could not care less.
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