13 braids

I'm one who likes to experiment new things. I enjoy meeting new people, going to new places, and trying new foods. I'm that kid who will squirt paint of various colors across a canvas and smear it around just to see what I get. My favorite thing to experiment with is no doubt my hair. I've had my hair long, short, and multicolored. My theory with hair has always been, "It's just hair, it will grow back." Tonight, as I sat around waiting for a Friday night plan to pop up, I some how ended up wrapping my hair into braids that cover my head. 13 braids to be exact. Now, to be completely blunt, I look throwed- in a ghetto-fabulous way that is- but throwed none the less. Now as interesting it is to see this extremely white girl flaunt braids, and may I say completely rock them, I can't imagine myself writing more than I already have about them. So, what was the point of this post? Hair? No...oh right, experimenting.

I feel like it's a good concept. Experimenting is how one learns. You can learn about what you do and don't like in hairstyles, foods, clothes, places, and people. Even those science fair projects we were forced to do in elementary school were good experiments for life. I mean, I hated them with a passion, but how else would I ever know what brand of bubble bath produces the longest lasting bubbles. I like bubble baths, so that experiment has really helped me in the long run, and I still use Mr. Bubbles to this day.

Something I've never really thought about is what happens when an experiment goes wrong? If it's hair, and for instance by accident you leave dye in for too long and it turns green, like I said it's just hair. But if your experiment involves places and you decide to pack up and move from Houston to the Himalayas , what do you do when you realize you hate the cold? Basically, you end up SOL, unless you are financially able to make back to back moves like nothing. What do you do when you try a new food, and at the same time you learn you are extremely allergic to it; once again you're SOL. And honestly I have no solution to offer for when an experiment goes wrong, I mean sorry dude... C'est La Vie.

And that's just it, it is just life. We all die in the end, and if I died without knowing whether or not I could rock the ghetto braids, well I don't think I would be satisfied. I say, things are going to go wrong no matter what you do in life, so why not experiment your butt off and learn a little bit about yourself. On one hand, take a vacation somewhere to determine if you like that place before you move your life there, and you should get allergy tested. But on the other, date somebody who usually wouldn't be "your type." Take a bite out of a meal you'd never think of trying. If you get bored, tie your hair into 13 braids, and as you sit and read this hope that your hair isn't breaking at the same time... And if it does, oh well. It's just hair; it's only life. Experiments keep life interesting and fun, they teach you about yourself, they could really surprise you.

Now, tell me that's not sexy... but never again..