I have gothy hair again. Not black, oh no, but a gothy hue of blue. Midnight Blue to be precise. Now, I’d first done this dye job a couple of months ago, when I was still going out with emm. Now that the relationship is over, and space is growing between us, just like the brown roots of my hair. In fact for some reason, Midnight Blue mixed with my natural brown seems to make puke green.
High time to do a dye job, as today I shall be spending the day being a proper goths and hanging out with other goths.
This morning I woke up and, I’ll be perfectly honest with you, I stank. I haven’t showered for two, maybe even three days. I cannot excuse this, only to say that bad back plus bad sleeping patterns has left me tired and in agony, and most importantly late, each morning. So I have been peeling out of bed to rush to work and try and get there just before bollocking o’clock.
I headed to boots, acutely aware of my stinkiness. As well as the hair dye I had to buy inconsequential things such as soap and shampoo and razors. I figured no point in having a shower before leaving the flat when I have none of these things.
Feeling embarrassment at the smell I was a bit flustered, but managed to easily picky hair dye (same as last time, at the odd price of £5.44), shampoo (Boots own Head & Shoulders rip off) and soap (I’m a Dove man…oh yeah). But razors scared me. I kind of wanted a new Gillette buzzy one, as for some reason the only adverts that ever have any effect on me to compulsively buy something are the Gillette ones. Are they really the best I can get? But they were ten fucking pounds. I can get much better things for that amount, I even think that women can get better things for ten pounds.
Home again to clean and dye my hair. I opened up the packet with its gloves and tubes and bottles. I read the instructions, it said to apply to dry, unwashed hair. Now I understand that freshly rinsed shampoo or moisture in the hair is probably likely to fuck up the dying process. But did they really mean hair that’s got three days of Lemon Meringue in it and hasn’t been washed at all? And it really smells.
And this is where I realised the fun had gone. When I dyed my hair last time, me and emm had the fun of dying my hair as a couple, she did the applying and the massaging of head, I made a mess, we laughed and squirted each other with dangerous chemicals. That’s what a relationship is all about. Suddenly doing the exact same thing on my own seemed very lonely. I had no idea if I was missing bits when I applied it, and sat waiting for it to do its thing was dull and tedious.
It’s strange how you can easily get through life as a single person, then the occasional things comes up and smacks you in the face with a plastic disposable glove of loneliness.
But on the plus side, my hair looks fucking great now.