Not A Soul In Sight

My bestest friend in the world, EMILY, is being a dear and having me guest spot on her very own blog. Go check out her awesomeness for your own good. 
Here's the post anyways:

Do you ever get the feeling that the air has just been sucked out of a room? The hair on the back of your neck stands up. The chills come and then the goosebumps set in. Ghosts? Maybe. Just check one thing before you come to that conclusion: Did a redhead just walk in the room? If so, there's no need to fear or fright. We can't help it. It's only because (allegedly muahaha) we have no souls.

Now, as you have already deduced, I am a ginger! Hence, the name for my blog. Growing up as a ginger was... we'll say interesting. Not hard by any means, every child goes through an inordinate amount of (Hell, I'll just say it 'cause I do what I want) bullshit! Kids can be cruel and by golly were they cruel to me. Luckily as a ginger kid, I was born without a soul so that allowed me to give less kicks about what other people thought of me. 

To be truthful, I didn't know I was different for a long time. I mean, I knew I was awesome from an early age but I didn't really know that I actually looked different. 

BOY WAS I WRONG!! 

(Totally adorable but Mom... would it have killed you to run a comb through my hair before committing this to film??!)

Being a redhead is a gift and a curse at the same time.

One thing I don't understand are "social cues" AND I don't have a filter. I say what I think, not meaning to sound rude or knowing it would be hurtful but I do it anyways. (Sorry Em) 

And see those freckles and pale skin? Going out in the sunlight is a chore for me.

When I was a kid, (I don't remember how old) I thought I was a normal human being. I rode my bike with my little sister to the local outdoor pool. I think I applied some sunblock when we got there but quickly forgot about it. We were there for the better part of that hot summer day; they had a snack bar and a big slide so we were well occupied. End of day comes and we are pooped. We rode home and when we get there, I noticed that it felt like my bathing suit straps were cutting gashes into my shoulders. So I took off my shirt and I'm sure you can guess what I saw... HUGE blisters on both shoulders had formed already! I had blisters on my back and my forehead and lemme tell you that IT HURT! It was so bad that my mom had to make me a tube top to be in for the next week.

So I'd like to end my time here to say THANK YOU to my bestest friend in the whole world for letting me guest spot on her blog. I love her, she seriously is the greatest.

{Flashback to Em's bachelorette party in Vegas many moons ago}

Everyone needs a redhead best friend. However, not everyone is going to get as lucky as Em here because redheads only make up for 2% of the world's population. We're like the unicorns of women, except we actually exist.