Merry Death

Dissed

I try not to take these things too personally. But my poor self esteem doesn't have a lot of extra to give. Here is the deal:

I got my hair but about two weeks ago. I had approximately 4 inches cut off, bangs created, many many layers put in. Its funky, messy and suh-weet. I saw my mother and sister the week before. My mother saw me two days after my hair cut and didn't notice. My sister saw me Thursday and didn't notice.

This past Saturday, I got it dyed. Its a lovely dark red all over, lighter in the front at the bangs and a bright (think Ronald MacDonald) red at the crown and around the neck - which is much prettier in person than in writing. My sister sees me again on Sunday, never says a word.

Phil likes to brush it off as my family not paying attention to anything that is not smacking them in the face...or just plainly has to do directly with them. Of course, me being a little more sensitive, wonders why no one sees me. Again Phil tells me this is not true. Unfortunately, I am not sure if he would notice my hair if he didn't already know I was getting it done and was here when I walked back in the door afterwards.

I do think Ronni (Wednesday dinner date) would notice without me saying anything. But she is more observant than the average person, a quality that keeps her on my BESTEST FRIEND list, always. And to everyone else's credit, I do change my hair color often. If you don't see me in a few months, you can bet that you missed quite a few changes. But these are people who just saw me the week before. Still, nothing.

Sad, it sucks and its sad.

posted by Metalmeredith @ 8:14 PM