always a bridesmaid, never a ginger.

This story begins with a statement: I've wanted to be ginger for probably a couple of years now, and have been contented with dark reddish-brown hair.

This story ends with an unsatisfactory conclusion: I tried to colour my hair dark auburn a couple evenings ago and it came out relatively the same colour it's been, though it looks ginger in some light [mostly morning light in my bedroom].

There is not much inbetween the beginning and the end except disappointment.

Many stories are structured this same way.