The Pain of Dyed Hair In Florida

          This one isn't going to be related to writing, but rather a journal of a personal struggle. I am one of those individuals who keeps my hair new and exciting colors. Right now, my hair is gradient of blue, so that's fun. This does come with a multitude of complications. For about the next week, until all the excess rinses out, the tub of my shower will look as if I had been committing ritual sacrifice of Smurfs.
          Another problem comes from my place of residence itself, Florida. Which is always hot, and is most accurately described as sweaty. I do not have my beloved Ford with me so I walk, or ride my skateboard to get around. This process leads to voluminous amounts of sweat. This little beads of despair like to carry dye that still sits on my scalp and transport them all over the freaking place. By the time i get to where I am going I have runoff in my ears, nose, eyes, and covering my face. I look like I was at the center of a blueberry themed frat house hazing, in that teal vomit is commonplace and it gets everywhere. Don't ask.

Regarding The Fact That I Hate Talking

          One thing thatI have noticed about myself, and I sincerely hope others will empathize with me on this one, is that I am the most awkward person I know when it comes to conversing. I can handle myself in groups of three or more, but that is only because I can bounce off of others, and interject whenever I have a joke, then remain quiet the rest of the time. One on one is where it gets weird. It probably has to do with anxiety, and my ADD, but I have no idea what to say most of the time. My go to phrase is, "that's dope, man", and that makes up about 70% of what I say on a daily basis. Other than that I mostly ramble on about unimportant subjects, and, afterwards, feel guilty about not shutting up. I find it much easier to put my thoughts to writing, but unfortunately this is not the 1800's, and I can not like myself away as a monk, and commune with the world only in letters.
          That being said, I do have a solid group of close friends that I can interact fairly normally with. I still prefer to listen though. Others peoples lives, and stories are fascinating. Taking time to listen to people connects us to them. In a sense it makes them more real. Their experience, emotions, and all the immaterial matter in them becomes tangible in their words. A lot of my creative work is inspired by others stories. I would encourage you to take time to listen to others, and just ask people about their day, and how they feel on a regular basis. Most people are fine with talking about themselves, and will actually appreciate a good listener. Connect yourself with others, and try to avoid saying "dope" on repeat, as I do.