The appointment is on Tuesday. I dyed my hair "devilish" for the last time yesterday.
And it makes me sad. I like my hair.
I love that small children look at me in wonder. I love that random African American women compliment me in stores. I even love that a group of sullen teenagers in my neighborhood yelled that "Goth" kids suck . . . even though I'm 35. I love that I am easy to spot in a large room. I love that my hair doesn't look like anyone else's hair.
And all of that will be gone on Tuesday. The "rebellion phase" will be over . . . and my hair will be a "normal" color . . . and I will go back to being a "normal" person, as much as I can ever do that.
And it makes me sad. Like Superman being relegated to always being Clark Kent. I guess it couldn't be forever . . . and my shower can't be pink forever.
So Tuesday, I will be "normal" again.
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"normal" is an inprecise term. On the continuium of "normal" you will always be at the end....hair is only an outward sign. You will still be who you are....just not a muppet.
Besides, when you are old, you can have blue or purple hair, except no one will think it odd....
Except that I don't want to wait until I'm old.
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