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14 December 2002 @ 10:39 am
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-the redhead-

Growing up as a redhead is almost impossible to live through. It's the only time in all of eternity that anyone dares to make fun of us or attempt to subjugate us or depose or lessen us in any way. That's because even we have to grow into our legacy. And when we reach the fullness of our redheadedness, that exquisite quality that personifies the grace and elegance, and the power and strength, no one dares to make fun of the redhead anymore... rather, they envy us. For the rest of their boring little lives, they wish they were one of us.
- Yolonda S. Sanchez
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Musings from the CZ unitcz_unit on December 14th, 2002 05:33 pm (UTC)

Nice picture; mysterious yet subtle...

Question for you though: How was it growing up? Were you teased, and if so, when and how? When did it end and in your opinion, why?

I'm curious as I was a bit of an oddball back in grade school myself (extremely smart coupled with freckles and being tall) and I'm wondering what your experience was like.

-the redhead-theredhead on December 14th, 2002 06:39 pm (UTC)
Thanks *smile*

Yes, I was teased. A LOT.

I was a tiny, bony slip of a kid with an Annie haircut. *Exactly* an Annie haircut - my hair is that curly and it was that short. I may never forgive my mother for thinking that was 'cute' and doing that to me until I was a teenager. With glasses to boot.

Not looking like anyone else is a bad thing for a kid. It's only as adults that we can revel in our differences, I think.

And the extra burden on having traits that don't go with each other didn't help either. Most people need to 'classify' their fellow humans. 'Black', 'White', 'Indian', whatever. I didn't fit into any of the categories with my Mediterranean skin tones, dark eyes, and red hair, which seems to make people uncomfortable somehow. I don't really *understand* that sort of need as I don't do it (as far as I'm concerned the person is what's important, not what they look like), but it seems prevalent.

And I was never quite astute enough as a kid to hide the brains. Being smarter than everyone else is *not* a good thing when you're a child and a teenager. Sure, if someone needs help passing a class the tune they sing is far different. But generally being the 'smart kid' makes life difficult. At least I caught onto not letting the *grownups* know I was smarter than some of them by the time I was a teenager *smile*

When did it stop? I guess the fall after I turned 16 (during the summer). I grew 6 inches and a figure that summer. I no longer looked like a stick figure of Pippi Longstocking *smile. I pretty much looked then like I do now all of the sudden.

Beating the tar out of a couple of the bullies and one of the guys didn't hurt either...

Liquid Tension Movementperspicuity on December 27th, 2002 10:38 pm (UTC)
hhh, brains.

spicey brains :) [find the obtuse reference]