As my wife and I stood in line at my grandsons school waiting for it to let out I noticed this young boy with green hair, he was standing with his back against the wall with his head down, tears falling freely as they escape the thoughts from which they were conceived. Feeling somewhat concerned I turned to the young boy, who I would say was about thirteen, and I offered myself to him, verbally.
“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice the color of your hair, it looks good on you, why the change?
Young boy: (now smiling)
“Thank you, I just felt like it, that’s all. All the other kids stare and laugh at me, but I just wanted to do something different, there is nothing wrong with that, is it?
“No, those kids are just jealous of you.”
“Jealous of me?”
“Yep, all those kids over there, those are your classmates right?”
“Look at them, everyone is the same. They stand alike, they dress alike, they walk alike, and they talk alike, no one is original, like you.
The boy with green hair……