Later as we were queuing at the bar I was chatting with Joao and one of his friends, and fate led us to start talking about hair color. I was about to learn my second life lesson of the night.
One thing you need to know in advance is that I am half-ginger. Half, because I am blond during summer and ginger during winter. As stupid as it may sound, I developed an enormous complex about it when kids at school started making fun of me because of my hair. I hated it.
I hated it so much particularly as there was nothing I could do about it and actually, to my mind there wasn’t anything really wrong with my hair. But people kept on making fun of it, and my confidence kept on being shaken.
As I got older the problem got worse and I eventually decided to move out of Belgium (it wasn’t the only reason, but it was certainly one of them). As nobody ever made fun of me whenever I was in an international environment (or at least a non-French-speaking one) I decided to keep things that way.
And then, all this time later, here I was at this concert, talking about ginger hair for the first time, with someone I’d only met a couple of hours before.
At one stage, I declared that “societies have a problem with ginger people. Everyone makes fun of them and they are not protected by any kind of organization while the racist insults towards them are as violent as they are towards other victims of racism”. Joao looked at me. “Are you ashamed of being ginger?
Being a ginger is the coolest thing about you man, and you are not even really ginger by the way…” I looked at him shocked. “You never watched South Park?” I asked him. “They make fun of gingers all the time, that is the least cool thing to be”. My statement was correct, but it covered only one part of the reality, that one part that I was focused on.
“South Park makes fun of everyone, Joao said, Blacks, Asians, Jews…everyone! Once you are different, people make fun of you. Trust me, your hair is awesome”. I thought he was making fun of me but all his friends were there to support him.
Being ginger is cool.
At least for them, it was. For real. The earth shook. I had built my international life on the run from mockery and laughter because of my hair color.
And here they were telling me it was cool and that they wanted a bunch of ginger kids. I was shocked. Not only because suddenly I was cool, but because I had been wrong my whole life on something that was really important to me and that I assumed was a universal truth.
If I was wrong on that, what else was I wrong about?
What other stupid principals have I built on something that wasn’t important or even correct? How many other psychological barriers had I built for myself? That thought reminded me of another one that had struck me a couple of days before while watching “The Fog of War”.
It is a documentary about David McNamara, an ex-foreign affairs secretary where he takes a look back on his life and explains the eleven lessons he learned – one of them being “belief and seeing are both often wrong”.
And he was right.