When you shouldn't and you couldn't

When people tell you you shouldn't. By all means, you should.

But if you know you couldn't, well, there's not much you can do about it but write a blog post online.

Let me tell you a story.

Yesterday, I was at a random store and I saw the perfect hair dye in the perfect purple hue. Ever since I was a teenager I've always wanted to dye my hair in some bizarre color.

But people told me I shouldn't, because I may regret it.

That's what people say to the young ones. Don't do this, don't do that because you will regret it. It will haunt you as you get older.

Like when people tell you not to fall in love at a young age. They tell you it will ruin your future.

When I was 16, I was all trying to be a good kid and be all decent so I forbid myself to do the hell I want. Like cut my hair all weird and dye my hair all weird.

And now I'm 20, and where are those people?

They abandon you for good.

And here I am knowing now I couldn't. I can no longer dye my hair purple because I will be entering the professional road and I will be judged terribly for being "different".

So it may not have ruined my future, but it certainly ruined my past.

Yes, you may argue that having mostly black clothes and wearing black eyeliner to school would be me being me. But that wasn't the entirety of me. That's the filtered me. Yes, the girl who walks with her hair all messy, listening to Paramore or Avril Lavigne, is still the mildest version of me.

So for those people they call geeks or emos or just plainly weird, please don't waver. However they call you a poser or being into a "phase", do not change, unless you're about to pursue a career into law or medicine. Then you may find yourself initiating that change.

A phase.

I've been there.

I've told people it wasn't a phase, but a lifestyle.

I wasn't wrong of course. It still is a lifestyle. But it certainly is a phase too. A phase where society still forgives you, where your chances don't go down an inch, no matter how many times you screw it up.

And my teen hood consisted mostly of me trying not to screw things up.

Oh what a burden.

But you grow up and you stop all the screwing up yourself.

And that's why they call it a phase.

But it's not because I am no longer attracted to the dark side of fashion and the rock and roll lifestyle.

It's because I grew up.

And growing up sucks.

Unless you're a rockstar.

Then grow up as you please.

We like to hear a new band.