When I was in Australia, I dyed my hair blue, because it was just one of those things I had to do once in my life. I kept it for a week, then dyed it black when we went on to Indonesia. The problem was, I loved it. For the next year and a half, I dreamed of the day I could dye it blue again. I waited through my brother's wedding and my own (so the family wouldn't have to put up with weird pictures), and finally was free to dye it again this summer.
Suprisingly, I haven't gotten any negative reactions, really. Only my mom and my mother-in-law have been outspoken enough to say they don't like the color on hair. Beyond that, I encounter only compliments. Surprisingly, I interviewed and was offered a job recently. Far from hindering me, one of my interviewers said it looked cool. People often say they wish they were brave enough to do something crazy with their hair, but what I'm finding is that no bravery is really required at all.
I also enjoy some of the benefits of being famous without any of the drawbacks. (I'll just note that I would never ever want to be famous. Some other time I'll write more on that.) People always remember me. If I go back to a store to pick something up, I don't have to remind them who I am. I can tell people I'm meeting to simply look for the bright blue hair. In short, it's a lot of fun. I'll be sorry when it's time to move on. In fact, I'm a little worried that my natural hair color will never be interesting enough again...
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