Quarter Life Crisis?

This past weekend I made an impulsive decision. Which now that I think about it, is quite funny. Normally I agonize over the smallest decision for hours if not days. Yet this, fairly big decision, I made in a matter of what felt like mere moments. So what was this decision? To dye my hair blue/green, of course. Some of you are thinking “dope” while others are cringing in horror at the idea. I, myself, have been oscillating back and forth between those two reactions. Ultimately after receiving positive feedback from the first person to see it in real life and seeing it come together with a full face of makeup and nice outfit has made me decide that I love it.

I can’t say when exactly the first inspiration to do this took hold of me. I have dyed my hair black and dark auburn in the past, but it has been a few years since I’ve done anything to it. Looking at it in the mirror the last few days, I just felt it looks rather dull and lifeless. I was craving a change.

When I was in high school I fancied myself an emo/scene kid. I would backcomb my hair to make it look bigger, wear all black (I still do that usually), etc. I had always wanted to dye my hair either a lilac or green color. However, I knew my natural hair was too dark for that. In order to successfully get those colors, I’d have to bleach it first and that is something I am still not willing to do.

Recently my hair looked somehow lighter than it used to, I also considered that perhaps hair-dying technology had come farther now. Long story short, I browsed around, found a color dye that was supposed to be for brunettes, bought it, and just went for it when I got home. In the end (I don’t know why I was surprised) it came out MUCH darker than the picture of the box, nearly just black. However it does still have quite a blue/green hue to it.

Anyway, the point is, what made me want to do this? Part of me thinks it has something to do with the fact that I turned 27 last year. I’m nearly into my thirties. I know that is still young, but crossing that threshold does scare me. Maybe I felt like my window of opportunity to do things like this was shrinking. It’s easier to get away with stuff like this when you’re young. It made me think of a line from a movie I used to watch “quarter life crisis.” I wonder if that’s what this is.