A quick note to everyone about what has changed: the colour of my hair. I’ll repeat that, the colour of my hair has changed, and soon enough it’ll change back to what it once was. That’s it. Nothing else has changed. Honestly, the response that I’ve seen from some people is one that I’d expect if I had say, you know, revealed myself to be a pregnant woman, or an alien from the planet Zoroga, not from something as insignificant as this. One more time: the colour of my hair.
Yes, this is real. Why? Well, why not. I’ve dyed my hair red once before and I really liked it, I thought it would make a fun video, and hoped that it’d make a nice little change in my life. Obviously this change is far greater a problem than I had originally anticipated.
Well, first off I’d probably argue that I didn’t have a soul before I dyed my hair (and that nobody does, but that’s another blog post entirely) but a vastly more important point is that I’m not ginger. It’s not ginger. I’m not a ginger. It’s red. IT’S NOT GINGER IT’S RED AHH!
Anyway, I jest -- I can promise you that any negative response to this minor change isn’t making me regret my decision at all. I’m a bit confused maybe, and intensely fascinated definitely, but I’m not annoyed. I can’t be, not when the vast majority of the responses look like this:
If you’ve honestly still found yourself tied in knots about the colour of my hair (which you shouldn’t be, because I mean, it’s the colour of my hair) then all I can do is pat you on the head and say that hair grows, and dye fades. Give it a month or so and I’ll be back to brilliant brown/blonde, or whatever colour my hair used to be. By the way, calling me “Ronald McDonnell” is not appreciated. Or funny.
Also, I should probably mention to you all that I’m flying out to San Fransisco tomorrow! What?!
