I went and got my hair re-done today. A little brown, a little red, a little gold...and I have exactly the color I wanted. A color that I look like I was born with.
I love my stylist once more.
On my way home, I listened to sad songs and reflected...which is never a good combination. I'm still trying to clear my head (among other things). I've found that given the proper amount of solitude, I can convince myself that a lie is the absolute truth.
Fortunate for me, those who were among the first to call bullshit on me are hundreds of miles away. I can tell myself I don't care, and no one is going to argue the wiser.
I think most people are this way. It is a survival mechanism. Some people can do it better than others. The crappier the adversity you have overcome, the better at it you are. That's just the way it is.