Going Grey
A few months ago, yes, I guess it was around my birthday; I came out of the bathroom stall here at work, washed my hands, checked myself out in mirror and noticed a fine glint in the part of my hair. I dried my hands, and tilted the top of my head towards the mirror to get a closer look. There it was: A hair of a different color. At first I thought it was a very very pale blonde, a leftover from the summertime. Ignoring the old wives tale that pulled grays will return with several friends, I yanked it out of my scalp. Holding it up to the light, and running it through my fingers, it looked and felt different. Translucent, and coarser than my other soft, fine, pretty hairs.
Well the old wives have cursed me, because yesterday I found three (three!) gray hairs. I pulled them all out.
And to all those women who I’ve rolled my eyes at when they discussed their own graying hair in public: I’m sorry.