I've got this urge to dye my hair blue; I've had it for a while now. I've been kind of nursing it, savoring the idea of me with blue hair going about my business. I've considered the ethnomethodologic way of getting to know people. What will people think? I'm obviously beyond the acceptable age of youthful hijinks. I'm, gasp, old. He's 12, what does he know? I considered pink, very briefly, as an homage to Genkai of Yu Yu Hakusho (she's my role model), but I'm one of those people that looks sallow and jaundiced in pink. Not to mention that such a light color would require that I bleach first. My hair is dark brown with some blondish highlights that I'm growing out and will eventually chop off. I think it' be cool to color it blue. The bright blue parts would be the intermittent coffee klatch of gray hairs that I'm now sporting on top and the lightened up clumps at the bottom. The rest would be dark brown with a blue tint. I would look, in a word, ridiculous. I'm pretty excited about it.

Of course, I have to soak in this want for a while. If you can't overanalyze it, then you're overthinking it wrong. Why do I want blue hair? I'd say it's the fangirl in me, but cosplay gives me the heebie jeebies. It's not the punk goth in me either, because I don't think I have one of those. I prefer Frank's version of "My Way" to Sid's. Though, maybe I could work the heavy metal angle? I do know all the words to "Efilnikcufecin."

To be honest, I'm kind of enamored of the idea of a mid-life crisis. I could be singing the old 80s commercial, "I'm gonna wash that man right out my hair," you know? I have it on good authority (hair stylist chick) that the first sign of a divorce is a new hair color. I thought it was an excuse for a new wardrobe, but maybe mom just needed a 12-step program. I'm not trading up for a trophy boytoy (I finally got this one broke in), an expensive sportscar (though I wouldn't turn my nose up at a '78 Powerwagon, 150, natch), and a shopping spree through the juniors department (those usually take place in my Big Guy's tee shirt drawer). I'm just thinking, yeah, blue, cool. I don't think it's a mid-life crisis, really, but I don't know if a person having a mid-life crisis or not having a mid-life crisis can really say for sure whether they are or aren't having a mid-life crisis. I think it's something for other people to whisper about behind your back while nodding sagely at each other. I like the idea though, that way I can nod just as sagely and tell people that once I'd decided against the himbo, BMW Z4, and a boob job to show off the new tee shirts with "angel" printed on them in sequins as much too high maintenance, blue hair was really the only way to go. Besides, I have a himbo who would have already bought me a Z4 if he didn't think I'd kill him for it.