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A Step Behind
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I dyed my hair purple. Only, it wasn’t just purple; it ranged in value from white, to blonde, to pink, and finally to purple. I thought it was cool. So did my classmates. My mom thought I used it as a distracter so people would focus on my hair rather than me.
To be honest, she was kind of right. I sound like an idiot when I talk and I’d rather people focus on anything but me when I do.
I went to my Spanish 201 class later that night and learned something that really intrigued me. When I dyed my hair and went to school, students my age tended to freak out, compliment my hair, and then proceed to look at me like I was a freak. When I went to my college course, adults tended to look away and avoid my gaze. However, when I walked into a diner full of blue hairs, they all just stared. It was as though they were thinking, “What the hell did she do to her hair?”
I knew I’d get looks. I expected it. Not in a “I’m demanding your attention” kind of way, but in a “I dyed my hair, what would I expect to happen” kind of way. It always irritated me when people with tattoos and piercings got pissed when people stared at them because of their piercings and tattoos. It’s like, why did you even bother to get them? You should’ve known people would look. You either pretend to be affronted. Or you really are for no good reason.
To be honest, she was kind of right. I sound like an idiot when I talk and I’d rather people focus on anything but me when I do.
I went to my Spanish 201 class later that night and learned something that really intrigued me. When I dyed my hair and went to school, students my age tended to freak out, compliment my hair, and then proceed to look at me like I was a freak. When I went to my college course, adults tended to look away and avoid my gaze. However, when I walked into a diner full of blue hairs, they all just stared. It was as though they were thinking, “What the hell did she do to her hair?”
I knew I’d get looks. I expected it. Not in a “I’m demanding your attention” kind of way, but in a “I dyed my hair, what would I expect to happen” kind of way. It always irritated me when people with tattoos and piercings got pissed when people stared at them because of their piercings and tattoos. It’s like, why did you even bother to get them? You should’ve known people would look. You either pretend to be affronted. Or you really are for no good reason.