Wow, I'm pretty proud of myself, going on three days in a row for blogs.
So today I went to the bathroom during work and tried to fix my hair a little bit before I left. Well, all of the sudden I see a hair. Not just a hair, a gray hair. WTF?!?!?! I don't understand this!!!! I'm having a HUGE crisis today and I don't think I'm dealing with it well. I am the most childish person you would meet, and I have a gray hair??? I think this warrants a swear word. Shit. I can't believe it. Do I really stress myself out that much that I am going gray at 24? AGH!!!! I don't know what to do about. In my crazy thoughts when I found it, I totally was thinking, "Hmm, what can do to undo this? Isn't there some medicine or treatment that will reverse this whole thing?" I know I could die it, but I am pretty anti color treatment for some reason lately. I really almost started crying during work. I don't understand what I did to deserve this. Well, I have lived a pretty crazy life in college, maybe this is my body getting back at my brain and messing with it. Or maybe it's because of my old work in Vegas. That place stressed me out so much, I would throw up in the morning before I left on my way to work.
I just keep looking in the mirror and telling myself that this is it. I've finally hit that point where I might officially be a grown up. Only grown ups worry about this sort of thing. Then I started thinking that maybe I will make this whole getting old thing look good. I am going to just let that gray hair grow and be one of those beautiful women that age so gracefully. I'll look old when you look at my hair, but I'll still only be like 30. It will throw people off and they'll just think I'm 50 with no wrinkles. Oh wait. Am I going to have to start worrying about that now too?!?!?!
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Just wait until things start to sag, then you'll know you've aged. ;)
Jasmine has had a stray gray every now and again since we've been married. It is your destiny.
I seem to be finding them more frequently now...short little ones around my face. The tweezer is my friend.
The worst was when my hair stylist found a long wiry gray one once. It was awful!
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