Alfredo, Nino, and Blue Hair.

Today, while I was hanging out with a friend at a park, I saw these guys walk by.

They are, if you hadnt guessed, the performers of my two favourite acts in a circus I had just been to a few days before. (They were wearing different clothes, obviously, as they walked through the park). Of course, there were a few moments when I wondered what to do. Should I go say hello? I really wanted to, but what if I made a bad impression? What if they didnt want to talk? What if, what if...et cetera. My nerves stopped me from going over, and I missed my oppurtunity. I beat myself up for not being more couragous.

Thirty minutes or so later, however, they walked back, and I ran over and asked them if they were the performers in the circus. They said they were, smiling. I told them they did a really good job, and Alfredo (red hair) replied in a deep Russian accent (that I had originally passed off as fake) that he was pleased that I thought so. We had a bit of a chat, involving me admitting to Nino (guy in pink) that it was my father that he'd forced to play imaginary drums on stage, with Nino laughing and replying that my father should join the circus, too.

When they went, we shook hands, and I told them to keep up the good work, and walked away with a huge buzzing in my heart and head I couldnt stop smiling. This started a whole train of thoughts which lead to this one, simple conclusion;

I'm going to dye my hair blue.

I'm sick of not doing something that I want to do because I'm unsure of what people will think. Imagine if I hadn't had the guts to go say hello to Alfredo and Nino? I would have missed out on an experience that I think I'll remember for a long time. I want to have the courage to be myself, to do what I want to do (as long as nobody gets hurt) without giving a damn.

I'm not being self concious on stage, I'm wearing what I want into the city, I'm talking to strangers and I'm dying my goddamn hair blue.

In my final year of school, it may be my last chance.