Dec 11, 2007 14:40
It's happened. It's happened and despite predictions to the contrary, the world is NOT coming to an end.
This morning as I was getting ready for work, I found *gasp* my first gray hair. My first thought upon discovering this invader on my scalp? I need a less stressful job.
Since then dire thoughts of impending doom have flooded my mind. There are so many things I thought I would accomplish before this first sign of the apocolypse. I thought I'd reach 30 before the pigment gave out. I thought I'd have kids and a fulfilling career before I began to lose my looks. I had hoped it wouldn't turn up in such an obvious place (it's at my part).
The temptation to pluck it out is encroaching on the feel-good groovy attitude that I'm trying to maintain. In truth, it's not all that devistating. A little unexpected and unnerving, but not earth-shattering.
I will fight the good fight and prove that gray hair doesn't mean I'm on the way out - it just means I'm in it for the long haul. So the gray stays... for now.