And on the seventh day, God created redheads. One of the things that the White nationalists are on about is this panic button issue, “Imagine a world with no gingers!” Gingers are what they call redheads in the UK. I will be dead in 20-30 years, and there will still be plenty of redheads around. And then there’s hair dye.
I remember in grade school, everyone hated redheads. It was “the ugly redhead,” boys and girls both. Not sure what happened in high school, but I think something changed.
My first redhead was a 16 year old girl. Her name was GR. God I hope she doesn’t read this. She was really in love with me, but I broke her heart in one of the worst moves of my life. But it had to be done. My heart wasn’t in it. I wasn’t attracted to her. I wasn’t into her. Being with her sexually was actually psychologically painful. My heart was driving my head and there was no resisting its orders. When in doubt, follow your heart. That’s called intuition. A life without intuition is a 180 IQ genius bumbling in the dark, feeling his way along the edges of a cave without a flashlight, hoping he doesn’t fall into a lake. When you have logic but no intuition in life, like so many humans, you really are driving blind.
The heart knows things that the mind can never understand.
– Rene Descartes, famous philosopher.
Heard of him? He’s the guy who invented the phrase, “Don’t put Descartes before the horse.” Clever fellow.
Back to the girl. The 17 year old redhead.
Next time I saw her, it was a year later, and I saw the Honeybees.
