with my 30th birthday fast approaching (63 days and counting) my hair has decided to freak out.
i’m going grey faster than you can say itmakesmenlooksophisticatedandwomen old.
this hair development amazes me. i am fascinated by the grey hairs that glimmer on the sides of my head above my ears. part of me is proud of them. hell, i earned these suckers. they are mine, my milestone, my badge of good, hard living.
then there’s that part of me that just screams “I’M OLD!”
of course i shut that part up as much as possible. i like to try to show off my greys, but all my friends claim not to be able to see them. sister #4 is the only one who sees all the grey. either that or she’s the only one who loves me enough to pretend to see it.
“see all my grey,” i ask excited.
“yeah, that’s a lot.”
“i know! it’s so wonderful.”
“kinda ironic that all that grey shows up with your new punkrock hair.”
then i hit the floor because she used the word ironic correctly.
the sisters are not big fans of the new punkrock haircut. i wasn’t at first but it has since grown on me. i am a big fan of sticky outty red and grey hair. it pretty much rules.
My only comment is to applaud your use of “grey” rather than “gray.” I often get scolded for the UnAmerican use of an ‘e’, but “gray” just doesn’t look right…
i’m plucking every grey hair i find until i’m thirty (88 days from now). once i hit the big three-oh, they can run rampant across my scalp; but not before.
grey with an ‘e’ is the way to go, definitely.
I found one grey hair when I was 22, but it fell out and never grew back.
i think the whole ‘grey hairs will freak you out’ thing doesn’t kick in until you’re about to turn 30. it never bothered me before, but as soon as i started spinning towards the end of my twenties … oof! there are grey hairs in my fucking amelie bangs! gah!
man, i wish i could have stopped aging at 24.