Blue Castle reverie
It's one of those little things through which I can tell
you a lot about myself. First of all, it is very long.
Now it just brushes my hips, when it is straight. At no
point in the past 10 years has it been any shorter than
halfway down my back. When I was five years old, I had a
bad experience with a hair cutting person, who sheared my
hair so close to my head that I looked like a boy.
Needless to say, I wore a lot of pink dresses in the
following months. Before "the haircut" my hair had been a
very light blonde, fine, and curly. Afterwards, it grew a
back a deeper, wheat-ish color, thicker, and straight,
although for some reason, now it is beginning to curl
again. So I grew my hair back out, longer than before, and
pretended it never happened.
Secondly, as I believe I've already mentioned, I am
blonde. And I am smart. Quite the paradox. But for some
reason, I tend to hide the latter fact, and slip into the
typical "dumb blonde" role. I guess it's because I learned
a long time ago that people don't like people who are
smarter than them. They aren't threatened by me. But they
don't really know me, either.