Speaking of my hair, literally twenty minutes ago I got stopped by a stranger who had some pressing questions for me.
He wanted to know if I went to job interviews with my hair this color (I have not, but I lied and said I did). He wanted to know if I knew that places don’t usually hire people with such… hair (I said I do and continued my lie by saying that my previous job didn’t care). He also wanted to know why I didn’t dye my eyebrows to match (the dye wasn’t eyebrow safe and I didn’t want to).
And like, despite his rudeness, I didn’t tell him to fuck off.
One tried and true way to tell where a writer friend cut their teeth doing their thing is to listen to what they refer the people in their stories as.
I didn’t realize how bright my hair was until I caught my reflection in a window outside. Heck, I’m almost mad I didn’t get the green dye that glows in the dark now.
A thought experiment, if you will