The title explains it all. I always had this nasty suspicion that I would prematurely grey. Sometimes I would see really light hairs near the base of my scalp, and convince myself that they were actually blonde.
Today, just a little over a month shy of my 23rd birthday, I looked in the mirror at work and noticed my first real grey hair. No mistaking it - it's about six inches long. Long enough to tuck behind my ear, at least. I whimpered, called my mommy- no sympathy there, just laughter. Called Karen - no sympathy there either, more laughter. So I gave up on calling people and went to Burger King instead. When my friends and family can't comfort me, cheese always can.
I feel older tonight than I did this morning. It's all downhill from here.
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Don't worry too much about your gray hair--it's only one, and besides, when more come, there's always the option of hair dye, right? At least you didn't have to go through years of torment growing up because of the color of your hair--"Hey, his hair is red...that's different...I know, let's make fun of him!!!" I'm also glad to see you enjoyed your trip. It's nice to get away every once in a while.
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