My family gives me the strangest comments all the time. I mean, they love me and they honestly do respect me and my personal decisions in most cases. I know this. But sometimes, I just wanna choke a bitch, you feel me? When I pierced my eyebrow last summer in Vegas, I would get comments from my mom/aunts/grandma like "Shonna, you are SO BEAUTIFUL, why would you do that to your face?" Huh? Because I find piercings attractive, perhaps.
Or when I started stretching my earlobes (which are currently only stretched to 8g - and I plan to stop at 4g, in case you were interested) and they just goggled at me like I was from an alien planet. "Why would you do that to your EARS!??! OMG!" Ummm, why not? Gauges turn me on. What?
And now, ahahaha, the blue hair. Sheesh, you'd think I converted to Scientology and legally changed my name to something only pronounceable in Klingon. "Shonna, your hair was such a pretty shade, why would you dye it BLUE?!?!" Oh god, seriously. Give me a freakin' break. It is JUST HAIR. And DUDE, I happen to LIKE IT! I think it is very complimentary to my eyes, and plan to do it AGAIN. Have a little fun with your lives, people!
I want everyone reading to take note that none of the above modifications I've made are in any way permanent. Please, for my sanity, tell me that I have the right as a 30 year old woman with a husband and a child to do the above things without extensive scrutiny. They make me feel like I'm ruining my life and my looks and my self-respect because I'm a little bit different. Now seriously, I don't really feel this way at all, but that's the impression they give.
On the other hand, the Wednesday after I did the blue hair dye shenanigans (i still love it by the way, even as it fades to a lovely shade of green - hee!) we had a ladies' Christmas luncheon at church. We attend a very small Baptist church in my little town - probably 15 ladies in attendance at the luncheon. We were standing in line getting our salads and whatnot when the pastor's wife comes up to me and says the following (not verbatim, because I'm not that talented at conversational recall): "Shonna, I just wanted to tell you that I'm so glad you dyed half of your hair blue. I was seriously afraid that you were losing your edge and it is about time you did a little something to shake things up a bit." Or something to that effect. She really really likes it - thinks that coloring my hair in a nontraditional color suits me. I love her, did I mention this? She was more open about every change I've made than my own mother. My mom isn't a close-minded person, either. I just....I'm glad for Rhonda, the pastor's wife, is all I'm saying. Rhonda is always interested in what music I'm listening to and every time I do something new or different to myself she wants to know about it, in a very "I am intrigued, please tell me more" kind of way. LOVE HER.
I understand that it isn't every day that someone in Galena Park, Texas dyes her hair blue and pierces a part of her face and stretches her earlobes. I get it. But why do you even CARE?! Why does it bother you so much. Why can't I just be me and do what makes me happy and not get criticized for it. I think the things I've done look good and I plan to do more. Am I delusional? Do I look like crap and all of my friends are just afraid to tell me?
Just wait until I start getting the tattoos. Muahahaha. Oh man. :P
/rambly, ranty thing. I feel better.
Now, back to your recently scheduled holiday activities.
As you were children, as you were. ♥