.. and you've never really had confidence issues or what-not but you get these awesome moments of "Oh. I like me. I mean, I really like me!"..?
No? Maybe I'm babbling because I'm sad and I'm lamenting the lack of Japanese bands posting HQ video clips up on youtube. Because Bump of Chicken has a new(ish) song and I'm dying to see the vid. Weird name, I know. I'm not sure what the original is in Japanese.. Nevertheless, I'm in love, have been since high school, and I want to see their new video. And possibly buy the album, because I don't mind shelling out the money for good bands.
I had a hair cut, because you can't really see the awesomeness of my purple hair unless I whip my head around violently. Or bend over dramatically. Very awkward poses. I layered it somewhat and I realized I need to dye it again, because bleach and dye just slides off my hair. Or I need to buy a better dye (been told Special Effects is pretty good).. So yes. After the hair cut, I was messing around with curlers and gel and shit and I realized I really liked my hair.
It was.. comfortable. For lack of a better explanation. In a nation of black haired beauties and the occasional brunette (dyed or natural), I thought it'd be uncomfortable to be different. And let's face it, although my hair isn't all that bright (a layer of dark brown curls pretty much covers the purple~), a glimpse of purple (or rather these days - faded pink..) is still different enough to command attention.
To my surprise, I'm really very comfortable with not giving a f*ck about what people think.
I've always known this, really. It should come to no surprise. But still.. I felt a pleasant warm buzz at the thought.