Socksareyummyy

TW: these are my opinions. If they or my tone offends anyone or comes out wrong, I am truly sorry and will be more than happy to discuss or be corrected. Thank you.

Why is everyone trying to write a book? I don't want to be mean—if you genuinely want to write a book, go for it, I'm just saying why aren't other forms of writing also acknowledged? Like why are my short story girlies? My poetry babes? Screenwriters? Playwrights? Video game writers? Hello? For anyone who needs to hear this: you're still a writer even if you're not writing a book.

For the teenage writing community...I'm sorry but why do all our ideas sound the same? I'm genuinely fearing we are going to become the next booktok generation but instead of smutty romatasy, it's just an overproduction of ambiguous medieval fantasy books with strong female characters and assassins pretending to be morally grey and (spoiler) the world is super dark and everyone is dying and oh no I definitely did not see that plot twist coming.

Again, this is a request for the writing community to be more inclusive to different types of writers, like hobby writers. A lot of writing content is like targeted to those who want to publish (not surprised) but I do feel hobbyists should also be acknowledged and appreciated more.

Speaking of things that should be acknowledged and appreciated more...CAN WE HAVE MORE GENRES THAN FANTASY? So sorry, really needed to get that off my chest. This is not a bad thing or surprising. Fantasy is VERY VERY VERY popular for a reason but...there are other genres guys. Where are my sci-fi writers? Mystery? Contemporary? How about those whose ideas don't even fit into one genre??? Even other subgenres of fantasy aren't nearly talked enough about. Urban Fantasy? Cozy Fantasy? Hello? You alive?

You hate it.

It looks terrible on you and you've always thought that. When you were really young, you thought that's just what everyone thought about their hair colour. When you were a teenager, people chalked it up to hormones and wanting to be unique and follow the trends of dying your hair. It wasn't.

You've seen people with brown hair. It looks so good. You start imagining yourself with beautiful brunette hair. What if you could be that? And then you hear someone talk about you, call you 'that blonde over there' or someone telling you, 'your blonde hair looks so good!' and you're reminded all over again.

Your parents talk about something. Something you've never heard of before. "All those young kids, dying hair everywhere," they say. You ask them what it means. "Oh, that's when someone with one hair colour thinks they're better off with another hair colour." Your heart lights up. There's more people like you. You're not insane. And then- "Fucking insane. They just want to feel special. All this ridiculousness over trends." It hits you in the heart. You say nothing, just mumble an 'okay' and turn your attention back to your food.

That night, you're scrolling on your phone, and one video pops out. It's talking about dyed hair. You see people not just with natural-coloured dyed hair, but blues and greens and so many other colours. It looks beautiful. You remember your blonde hair. Could it finally be brown? These people are like you. They might be able to help.

You do research. You reach out to people online. And finally, you have your hands on a box dye from a store. it's not the highest quality, but you have it. At midnight the next weekend, you do it. You dye it brown. It's messy and tricky, but your heart is swelling with joy the entire time.

You expect people at school to be happy. Your hair is beautiful. You're beautiful. You finally feel comfort in your hair, confident in the way you look. Instead, you get side-eyes. People whisper and glare. One of your friends pulls you aside. "What happened to your hair?" You tell her you dyed it. Asks her if it looks nice. She grimaces. "Yeah... it looks fine.... but your blonde hair was your natural hair colour and it looked fine as well." You tell her the truth. How you've always hated it on you. Found brown to be so, so much prettier. Looked so much more amazing on you, and felt it too. "Yeah... but blonde is still your natural hair colour, right? No amount of dye is going to change that." Your confidence starts to sink. Will everyone think this?

Turns out, they will. You hear people still refer to you as "that blonde there". New people express confusion. "But her hair's brown? It's very clearly brown." "Well, yeah, but she dyed it. Her natural hair colour is blonde." "Oh... okay."

Your parents don't like it. "Your blonde hair was so beautiful," your mother sobs through her tears. "Why did you have to ruin it? My beautiful blonde child is gone! Gone forever! Why did you do it?" And you tell her that her child is not gone, her child is right here, just with different hair. She doesn't listen to a single word. Your father is mad. He yells at you to get out of his house, that you're a fucking disgrace, that you're mentally ill and brainwashed by trends and so many other hurtful things. You can only leave.

You try to go to another friend's place. She answers the door with a scowl. "Why are you here?" she seethes. She's angry. Why? You tell her about your situation. "Serves you right," she spits. "You're incredibly offensive to everyone with blonde hair." You ask her why, puzzled. "You clearly hate blonde hair. Why else would you dye it? Do you find blonde people disgusting?" No, no, that's not it. Blonde people are fine, you try saying. It just didn't suit me. I wish it did, but it didn't, so I changed it. "Stop twisting everything," she says. "I don't want to see your face." The door closes and you're left there on the steps.

You don't know what else to do. Were you truly lying? No, blonde hair has never suited you. Brown looks better. Brown makes you feel secure. You feel it's what makes you feel like yourself. But why can no one grasp that?

You search up more on your phone, and you find a community for similar people. People thrown out, disowned, abused for dying their hair or expressing wants to. When you get there, you find that they accept you with the warmest smiles and the coziest hugs. You find people that bleached their brown hair to blonde and dyed their blonde hair to brown, just like you, and they look so amazing. You find people with all sorts of coloured hair too, red, blue, yellow, purple, multicoloured and hair that gets redyed differently depending on the day. They all have similar stories. You've finally found a place you belong.

Outside, people are still outraged. They scream at the community that they're brainwashing their kids, that they're grooming every kid to dye their hair until there's no natural hair kids left. You don't feel hurt anymore. You know now they make no sense. They push out their own children, and this is the result. They don't want people with dyed hair banding up together.

Brown hair has always suited you. You're rather tired of people trying to pretend it doesn't.

It made me think a lot, so I made a little something

Your hair is stereotypically perfectly blonde, from roots to tips. Your family, friends and even people you only know constantly remind you that it looks beautiful. You know some people even envy you for your blonde hair

You, in fact, like blonde hair, and think it’s beautiful too, but not on you. You like it when people call out your hair being beautiful, but at the same time feel like something isn’t right

You hate having blonde hair

You have found yourself daydreaming about having brown hair, but when you look at yourself again, you realize it’s true you’d look bad with it. You’ve thought of it a lot, but no matter how you would cut it, what bands or clips you could put on it, it would never look right

Just in case, you try talking about it casually, asking about very small moves such as just cutting it a bit. They seem hesitant. “I don’t know, I think your hair is perfect how it is…” You insist. Yes, but what if I cut it? Would it be okay? They change topic

Your doubts just keep rising, and you finally push yourself to ask about it to people you trust. You get called ungrateful, “how can you even think of that!! Just look at your hair, how can anyone possibly reject it?!!” You try to explain but keep getting the same responses

You don’t know what you want anymore. You know you don’t like your hair, but you want to keep being called beautiful. You know what comes with dying your hair, and you are too afraid of it

You decide that, if others like your hair, it must be that blonde hair looks good on you, and you should be grateful for it

Blonde hair has always suited you. And there is nothing you can do about it

In all seriousness YESSSSSSS IM SO GLAD YOU FEEL CONFIDENT AGAIN YOU ARE NOT WEIRD OR IMMORAL OR UNNATURAL

YOU ARE YOU AND YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE YOU DECIDE WHAT YOU WANNA DO WITH HOW YOU LIVE NOT SOMEONE WHO DOESNT EVEN KNOW YOUR OWN LIFE BE THE GAYEST TRANS MF YOU CAN BE CAUSE LIFES TO SHORT NOT TO KISS BOTH MEN AND WOMAN

they better not have de-gayified you pookie or ima grab my rocket launcher

SOCKSSS IVE MISSED YOU DUDEEEE :D

oh and THANK GOD YOURE HERE I FEEL SO HETERO IT HURTSSSS AAAA HELPPPPPP

i still have dysphoria but also dont feel like transitioning is good or natural what is happening to meeeeee

Socks. Socks please re-gayify me. This is so fking confusing IM IN PAIN

You hate it.

It looks terrible on you and you've always thought that. When you were really young, you thought that's just what everyone thought about their hair colour. When you were a teenager, people chalked it up to hormones and wanting to be unique and follow the trends of dying your hair. It wasn't.

You've seen people with brown hair. It looks so good. You start imagining yourself with beautiful brunette hair. What if you could be that? And then you hear someone talk about you, call you 'that blonde over there' or someone telling you, 'your blonde hair looks so good!' and you're reminded all over again.

Your parents talk about something. Something you've never heard of before. "All those young kids, dying hair everywhere," they say. You ask them what it means. "Oh, that's when someone with one hair colour thinks they're better off with another hair colour." Your heart lights up. There's more people like you. You're not insane. And then- "Fucking insane. They just want to feel special. All this ridiculousness over trends." It hits you in the heart. You say nothing, just mumble an 'okay' and turn your attention back to your food.

That night, you're scrolling on your phone, and one video pops out. It's talking about dyed hair. You see people not just with natural-coloured dyed hair, but blues and greens and so many other colours. It looks beautiful. You remember your blonde hair. Could it finally be brown? These people are like you. They might be able to help.

You do research. You reach out to people online. And finally, you have your hands on a box dye from a store. it's not the highest quality, but you have it. At midnight the next weekend, you do it. You dye it brown. It's messy and tricky, but your heart is swelling with joy the entire time.

You expect people at school to be happy. Your hair is beautiful. You're beautiful. You finally feel comfort in your hair, confident in the way you look. Instead, you get side-eyes. People whisper and glare. One of your friends pulls you aside. "What happened to your hair?" You tell her you dyed it. Asks her if it looks nice. She grimaces. "Yeah... it looks fine.... but your blonde hair was your natural hair colour and it looked fine as well." You tell her the truth. How you've always hated it on you. Found brown to be so, so much prettier. Looked so much more amazing on you, and felt it too. "Yeah... but blonde is still your natural hair colour, right? No amount of dye is going to change that." Your confidence starts to sink. Will everyone think this?

Turns out, they will. You hear people still refer to you as "that blonde there". New people express confusion. "But her hair's brown? It's very clearly brown." "Well, yeah, but she dyed it. Her natural hair colour is blonde." "Oh... okay."

Your parents don't like it. "Your blonde hair was so beautiful," your mother sobs through her tears. "Why did you have to ruin it? My beautiful blonde child is gone! Gone forever! Why did you do it?" And you tell her that her child is not gone, her child is right here, just with different hair. She doesn't listen to a single word. Your father is mad. He yells at you to get out of his house, that you're a fucking disgrace, that you're mentally ill and brainwashed by trends and so many other hurtful things. You can only leave.

You try to go to another friend's place. She answers the door with a scowl. "Why are you here?" she seethes. She's angry. Why? You tell her about your situation. "Serves you right," she spits. "You're incredibly offensive to everyone with blonde hair." You ask her why, puzzled. "You clearly hate blonde hair. Why else would you dye it? Do you find blonde people disgusting?" No, no, that's not it. Blonde people are fine, you try saying. It just didn't suit me. I wish it did, but it didn't, so I changed it. "Stop twisting everything," she says. "I don't want to see your face." The door closes and you're left there on the steps.

You don't know what else to do. Were you truly lying? No, blonde hair has never suited you. Brown looks better. Brown makes you feel secure. You feel it's what makes you feel like yourself. But why can no one grasp that?

You search up more on your phone, and you find a community for similar people. People thrown out, disowned, abused for dying their hair or expressing wants to. When you get there, you find that they accept you with the warmest smiles and the coziest hugs. You find people that bleached their brown hair to blonde and dyed their blonde hair to brown, just like you, and they look so amazing. You find people with all sorts of coloured hair too, red, blue, yellow, purple, multicoloured and hair that gets redyed differently depending on the day. They all have similar stories. You've finally found a place you belong.

Outside, people are still outraged. They scream at the community that they're brainwashing their kids, that they're grooming every kid to dye their hair until there's no natural hair kids left. You don't feel hurt anymore. You know now they make no sense. They push out their own children, and this is the result. They don't want people with dyed hair banding up together.

Brown hair has always suited you. You're rather tired of people trying to pretend it doesn't.