Hey Guitarist,
How have you been?
Great thread idea!
My whole life, I've been a bit of a misfit. I am always in-between groups, and often have to have entirely separate friendships with very different people because I often gravitate towards people who don't get along with each other (conservative Christians vs. Christians who have tattoos and a more punk look, etc.)
Because of this, I've often wondered why God gave me a hair and eye color that's the same as so many billions of other people on earth. Don't get me wrong. It works, and looks great on other people. But because people always tell me I'm so "different", I always wanted an outside that matched my inner persona.
I have a bit of fiery personality at times, so I always thought that on the outside, I should have bright, flaming red hair and flashing blue, green, or hazel eyes. Something just a bit more unique than what I am now to match my true self.
Alas. Sigh. It was not meant to be. And God definitely has a sense of humor. He seems to have decided that my life is not complete unless I am somehow connected to at least one redhead, almost as if to taunt me. My childhood best friend has carrot red hair, and boy, has she gotten the attention all her life. My first boyfriend had dark blonde hair with a red tone that always came out in the summertime. The guy I eventually married left me for a redheaded girl.
And now, thanks to CC, I have another gorgeous ruby red-headed friend who came to visit me last year. Yes, I am admittedly jealous.
Sigh. I try to remember to tell God thank-you for who I am, to be content, and to remember that He made me this way for a reason.
But, I totally understand. It's tough when the way we think we are inside doesn't match what's in the mirror.
P.S. - Because I was adopted into a white family and grew up in an all-white town, I never realized I wasn't white until some kid would "slant" their eyes at me--and then I was surprised to see an Asian face staring back in the mirror.
To this day, there are often times when I don't remember I'm Asian... until someone, or something else reminds me.
P.P.S - Melita, you are beautiful. And, your other half thinks so as well.