I doubt there are few sentences in the world that sound more arrogant than, “I am an enigma.”
I’m going to say it anyways.
Honestly, we are all enigmas in various types of wrapping. Some of us are wrapped in pretty tissue paper. Some of us are wrapped in concrete. Some of us are wrapped in the price tag stickers that pretend to peel off nicely and then DON’T and you’re left with stupid sticky pieces of sticker and you break your fingernail trying to get it off cause you can’t find the Goo Gone.
Where am I going with this?
I have bright, unnaturally colored hair. But 95% of the time, I want to be invisible. Continue reading