interesting
so, i started dying my hair at 15. long, curly locks dyed turquoise. someone at school said it looked like snot. which it kinda did. then i started shaving the back of my head. you could hardly tell with all the hair i had. mom said, "stop being so radical!" i blamed the temperature. i have lots of follicles per square inch, it's one of those things you can complain about when you have thick hair.
thusly, green turned purple turned blue... black for a minute, not good with my complexion. it also resulted in some ruined bathroom floors, pillow cases, and the like. i recall ending with green bangs and a shaved head. a teacher in college asked if i'd ever "dye [my] hair a color found in nature?" i said that green was in nature, dummy. i then switched to orange. it's a little more socially acceptable (i.e., "found in nature").
i liked the brand of orange because i didn't need to bleach first. bleaching the hair just ruins it. and the scalp. like, your scalp is screaming for help.
i stopped dying my hair a year and a half ago just to check for greys before turning 30. i haven't found many since, and there's no need to keep track of them. so, as i write this, the dye is soaking into the follicles of my numerous hairs; making my scalp scared (not scarred). the after-shower mirror-look will be one of wonder which shouldn't surprise me, but is imminently going to; in some weird way.
see you tomorrow; orange, shiny, and as loud as before.