New look....new outlook?

Brace yourselves for this ladies and gents. I, your humble writer, LittleSpastic, have become, for the first time (since age 5 anyway)...are you ready for this? I don't think you're ready for this... 

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...Are you sure you're ready for this? Ok, then.

*Ahem* DRUM ROLL PLEASE!!!!!!

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A BRUNETTE!!!!!

I know right??? It's SOOO weird. I've been [varying shades of] blonde my whole life! And for the past few months I've been not only blonde. I've been BLONDE!!! Like, almost white! And now my hair isn't just brunette. It's more like an incredibly dark shade of red to the point of seeming black at times. 

So, to summarize: Every morning I wake up and walk into the bathroom in a half-sleeping daze, flip on the light, and glance out of the corner of my eye at the mirror expecting to see my usual white blonde hair...but I don't...I see a deep red-black instead. This event is then usually followed by me coming very much awake and jumping near out of my skin while flipping around to confront the red-headed stranger that must be standing behind me.

Now, throughout my life I've heard many people (not the least of which being my father) ranting about how a change of hair color, a haircut, a new wardrobe, or a tan does not make for a new person. That these are just shortcuts people try to take to cause a magical change on their life without having to put in any actual effort towards change. Well, I would agree with that...to a point. Blondes who dye their hair brown and expect to suddenly be smart and be taken seriously, whores who buy turtlenecks and long skirts and think that changes their bad reputation, rejected nerd-girls who put on thick eyeliner and lipstick and think it'll make the popular crowd suddenly accept them: these people are morons looking for a quick fix.  

HOWEVER, these "quick fixes" can help push change along. When a jungle warrior puts on the mask of a jaguar before a great battle, he does not actually believe that the mask will turn him into a jaguar. He wears the mask of the jaguar because when he sees his reflection in a pool of water he will see a jaguar and when he sees a jaguar he will think of the jaguar and when he thinks of the jaguar he will feel the jaguar's presence beside him and when he feels the jaguar's presence he will fight with the ferocity of the jaguar and he will fight harder than he would without the jaguar mask and he will win where he would not have without the jaguar mask.

When I see my reflection in the mirror I see something shocking and new. I see something that commands attention. I see something that reminds me that I am in a battle, reminds me what it is I am fighting for.  I see a red headed warrior-ess looking at me with furious eyes that say: 

"Look at me. I am no quitter. I am not a woman who bows down to laziness and feelings of inadequacy. When someone tells me I am not good enough I stand up and spit on their face and tell them I am more than they will ever be able to handle. When I feel fatigue dragging at my bones I push twice as hard as I did before. And where people would look at the you-that-was-before and laugh and pity, they will look at me with awe and fear. I am a warrior and all the world will hear my roar. You now carry my face upon your own, you carry my presence within you. I DEMAND that you act accordingly. I DEMAND that you live your life to be worthy of my face. Now, I demand that you stand up and FIGHT." 

So, while some will say that this change of coloration is just one more indication of my laziness and unwillingness to do what REALLY matters and what really affects change, I will say that one drastic action makes the next one easier to grasp, and that my current new look feels so drastic I feel near drunk with the adrenaline high and I wonder where this amazing feeling will lead me.

LitleSpastic Out.