today, i found my second grey hair. i was styling as i normally do, spraying and pinning and there it was, glistening under the vanity light, right on top of my head. the first one was discovered about a year ago. same location. i had chalked it up to stress and vowed to relax (what a joke!) and moved on my merry way. but today, as i plucked out a half grey, half brown curl (it was disgusting), i was faced with the cold hard reality that my hair follicles are starting to call it quits. which was clear cause for panic and alarm.

what does this mean? has my prime passed? is my youth exhausted? am i getting old? this spawned an entirely different and equally terrifying thought web...what will i look like as an old person? have you ever thought about this? what will my face look like, droopy? will i really have grey ringlets? will fat start randomly depositing in awkward locations around my knees? how does an old person act? i already shop on QVC and get to bed by 10pm, so i have a couple of bases covered. but should i consider a subscription to AARP? what about jello? is that still popular among the elderly? should i start befriending those who are advanced in years. i once lived across the street from a retirement community. maybe i should consider moving back. being old can have it's perks. afternoon naps, loose schedule, discount movie tickets. maybe i should embrace the grey and welcome society's reward for being advanced in years.

or maybe, just maybe i'll keep on plucking until there's enough grey to dye brown.

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