"Cut up your hair, straighten your curls- well, your problems hide in your curls..."
A couple friends and I dyed my brother’s hair green today. It came out surprisingly well, and I’m really happy I got to be a part of it - I’d never actually been party to a hair-dyeing before, even though so many of my friends have Technicolor tresses. It’s also always something I’ve been a little nervous about, because it’s So Permanent, and it’s your hair, and, for that, it’s something I’ve always personally stayed away from.
I’ve always been incredibly shy about making important choices, which would be a good thing, if I was just taking the time to think about my decisions… But, usually I’m not - I’m just frozen, unable to choose either because I’m afraid of what someone else will think if I make the wrong choice… And, for some reason or other, every choice is the wrong choice.
It’s a lot harder while I’m home with my parents, because of the age I regress to when I’m here, and because my parents are so worried about me lately, I think they see a lot of the decisions I make now as much bigger and more important than they really are.
So, I streaked a bang of my hair blonde today. It’s not a big deal, but it’s a little step. It looks cute. One of my friends told me I just looked like a shitty Rogue knock-off…I smiled and said “Thank you.” My mother refused to speak to my brother more than a few words at a time this afternoon…we did laundry and washed dishes and made her laugh.
Small steps. Stupidly small steps.
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