They might call you crazy, and they might be right.

I stood there for a solid 30 seconds before I walked in.
Not many of us made such a decision in our History, and I had no idea what would happen if I stepped in. All I knew was a line from Google translate:
“Hoi, ik zou graag mijn haarkleur naar lichtroze veranderen¹“
– Licht….roze?
“Precies“
– Aahmmm… okay….

20 minutes later I had the appointment.

It was bogging my mind ever since I came back: Dye my hair pink.
Never seen a dude walking around like that, even though it’s 2019.
The appointment was set on Friday, 4 days from Today.
When the Day finally came, I could barely wait.

During the last few hours, the excitement held inside my body caused me to shake.
“I’m gonna go fucking pink today” – My mind kept repeating.

The second my shift was over, I rushed home and started to pack the most important things: The Polaroid, my wallet, a duck tie, two books and my spirit.
When I took off, something miraculous happened:

The wind was not against me.

That’s a once in a century case.
It was pushing me from the back, all the way to the City.
Fortune favors the bold, they say – so She gave a little boost to help me fulfill my destiny.
Or She was, too, just excited to see it.

When I walked in, a kind of calmness caught me:
I’m gonna do this.
When they saw that I actually came in; and that I wasn’t kidding – they gave me a seat and brought me a cup of coffee.

There was only one thing I asked before we begin:
Cover the mirrors, all of it.
The first time I’m gonna see what happened is when we’re finished.
It was a brilliant Idea from $tevie, his mind never cease to amaze me.
To my surprise though, they agreed.

As the products were brought in, the question came:
What is the color of the Crown I want to wear, precisely?
I showed them a pic from Google: This would be great.
“What are you going to be, a Unicorn?”
I wish they knew how accurate that statement is.
When they left to mix the dye, I pulled out a book and started reading. It’s gonna be at least 2-3 hours, so I better not look at my phone screen, and accidentally see my reflection if I forget to look away when I (un)lock it.

As the first round of bleach goes up, it hurts a tiny bit. After around 40 minutes, my hair eventually turned into orange, she told me. It wasn’t enough, so with a second wave she made sure that I go full Blondie.
As I’m sitting there, waiting, cycles of “Oh shit, oh shit” paired with a sprinting heartbeat shift into “Oh yes, this is it” basically every minute.
No turning back. – My fears need taming.

The best part is: I haven’t told anybody.
Nobody knew, except Stevie.

The pounding of my heart was the most intense when she washed off the second wave. I didn’t know what I looked like, but I knew that Gandalf was no match for me.
Regardless, it kept racing, as if what I’m doing is something irreversible; a permanent thing. Little did my heart know that It’ll be normal in about 15 weeks.

As the paint goes up, people who pass by start smiling.
It calms me.
“Do you think it’s gonna work?“
– Hell yes – her confidence in the project peaks.
It’s been 3 hours now, and I have no idea how my hairs looks, but it’s finished.
I asked her to record my reaction when I first see it.

I couldn’t believe it.

The second I took my hands off my eyes they rushed back to cover my mouth instead.
“BWWAAHAAAHA” – The sound of surprise bursts through my lips.

It looked better than I imagined.

Every minute I spent there was worth the wait. Every penny brought its value back, tenfold – at least.
And it’s gonna be there for another 2 months to entertain and disturb the mundane reality.

After a few rounds of long blinks, I ended up being calm and happy.
“I just dyed my hair pink!” – my thoughts couldn’t chill.
When I expressed my gratitude to the Hairmaster Lady, She was delighted to see that I’m satisfied with what I see.
Before I left, I asked her to quickly take a pic; after all – it didn’t happen, unless there is a Polaroid to prove it.
There it is:

#153 – Dye my Hair Pink – 30.08.2019, Arnhem, The Netherlands.
Flexing in a Duck Tie and feeling amazing.

The most exciting part was just about to begin.
Walking out of the building, letting the World see this crazy deed. At occasions like this, the ability to read thoughts would really come in handy. Just imagine looking at a face and hearing what the other person has to say, before, or if they say it.
“A Guy with a pink hair is now roaming the streets of my beloved city. My Mom is totally gonna love this. Should I ask him for a pic…?“
Seeing my friends for the first time would also be a big deal, after all – Nobody knew about it.

All that was left for Today is to go home, get some sleep and wake up knowing that I’m one step closer to show the World that everything and anything is possible, even your wildest Dreams.

When I got home, the landlord froze the second he saw me. He tried excessive blinking, to see if his mind has gone to take off a few days; but reality didn’t change, his tenant was still standing there, in full pink.
Before I went to sleep, my Mom also got a pic.
The only response I got was: “If this makes you happy… 🙂“
You can feel her intense pride in it.
At least She knows that I’m straight.
After a Day like this, none of us could deny it.
So no more heart attacks for the day.

In the end, I’m very glad that I did it.
The experiences that’ll come with it cannot be measured in money, and it’s certainly a story to tell my Children when they demand a bedtime story.
“Once upon a time, when your old Man was still young, an idea struck him; “Let’s end those cheap brunette days, and spice it up with some pink!“
Their eyebrows raise, pupils dilate, and the tale of their Silly Daddy sparks up their mind to chase their Dreams.

After all, there is no greater feat for a parent than making their Kids believe.

“Be the one who decided to go for it.“

Take care,
Erik

30.08.2019 – Day 221

[Dutch Dictionary]
Hoi, ik zou graag mijn haarkleur naar lichtroze veranderen¹ –
Hi, I would like to change my hair color to light pink.

Here is some Magic: