Two days ago, I was engaged in one of my favorite nervous habits while doing paperwork at the shop; fiddling with my ponytail over my shoulder. Something caught my eye...
My first gray hair.
Argh.
It's in a plastic bag in my purse at the moment, along with the expired registration for a motorcycle I no longer own, while I decide how to dispose of it. Maybe if I torture it gruesomely first, its friends will be too scared to come after it.
Not that I'm bitter about this, or anything...
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See my photo on my blog. No worries about gray hairs, 'cept maybe in my eyebrows... :)
I found my first gray hair on my head a few weeks ago. The hair on my chin (and, quite grossly in my nostrils) doesn't seem to be on the same page as my hair and is peppered with gray here and there.
What imaginary line on you head is drawn where the hair says "Ooh, can't turn gray here!"?
Heh. I blogged about my first grey hair a while back. My beard has continued to salt & pepperize itself, but strangely the head hair would rather detach itself permanently than turn grey, it seems. I've found only that single grey strand...
Tam,
You really have nothing to worry about, girl.
If you've made it this far before getting your first gray hair, it will be another 20 years before the rest of them catch up, and by then, well, you do the math!
My wife started going gray at 16 she says, and now at 31, she is probably past the half way mark. Think nothing of one gray hair before 40.
Its the grey that shows up. Other places besides your head and face. That really bothers you.
I found my first one a couple of months ago (and I'm 32). I pulled it out and put it in my jewelry box. :)
The clock is ticking ...
At least you have hair.
Grumble.
For every grey hair you pull out, two more grow in its place.
Unless you're a male. Hah!
Puh-leaze. I've been getting gray hairs since I was 15.
And here's three words you don't have to worry about: Male Pattern Baldness.
Zomigosh, the captcha is brutal today. wrupmsnw!
May I say that grey hair will never dim your beauty? I am one of the older guys who finds that mark of maturity very attractive, especially when the owner has more guns than i do.
They say if you pull one two grow back. You can never stay ahead of it unless you shave and polish it to a high gloss.
I'm beyond caring now...I just take pleasure in you youngsters catching up.
I have earned every gray hair I have. I see no reason to color them.
If it helps, gray hairs are often attractive.
I've seen several women who were a third to a half grey in their 20s, and it was hot.
I found a white hair on my head when I was 10. Of course, I also had a few black hairs as well.
The worst thing to ever find out is that Land Rovers will pull out your hair if you let your head bump the ceiling. Goddamnit!
Oh well, Tam, your hair's blond, people might not even see a white hair! I mean, it's much worse for people with black hair, isn't it? ;-)
It wasn't gray, it was an albino mutant recessive gene trait hair from some far off distant relative, nothing to worry about.
I think that grey hair is probably suffocated by now. You can trot it out and use it as an example to the rest of them. They'll be scared to death after the torture you put the first one through... Nasty way to go, suffocation....
Join the club.
At least YOU still have hair. I'd like a full head of it again, even if it were gray!
:^)
>>Not that I'm bitter about this, or anything...<<
Good God Tam, you PLUCKED it??? Didn't you know that gray hairs are the aging equivalent of the Hydra? Pluck one gray hair and seven will grown in its place.
I plucked a gray hair from my temple about ten years ago, and now I have a definite sprinkle of salt in my hair - the bastards bred when I wasn't looking, much like wire coat hangers.
And as my hairline recedes, the missing follicles take up residence in new places. By the time I'm sixty, I'll look like Bigfoot wearing a tank top - with a bald head.
I don't mind my gray hairs so much, although unlike your blond locks, there is no question of stealth in mine. I care not for the color - it's the texture of the gray hair that sends me 'round the bend. There I'll be at some gala event decked out in all my finery and a glance in a reflective surface suddenly reveals a silvery corkscrew gaily flapping from my otherwise immaculate coif. Then again, I'm proud to be here to have the gray hair. I've lived this long, and I didn't expect to, and dagnabbit, if Flo King can rock a big circa 1958 bun, well, I can fight through a few wily sprouts of silver.
Four years younger than you, and my beard started getting some 'salt' in it two years ago...
Wouldn't look as bad if I wasn't a Sophmore in college at the time.
Every time you use those words, which you've done a couple of times now, I have a hard time visualizing it. Nothing wrong with it, you understand, it's just that I have difficulty picturing you walking around with a 1911 in an IWB holster, two spare mags on the other hip and a handful of "my purse."
Emergency Vocabulary Adjustment Warning!
They are NOT to be called "gray" hairs, EVER.
Gray is a dull color. I've met you and there is nothing dull about you. When you get more,and you will, trust me on this, you are to refer to them as "Silver" hair.
I'm waaay too young to have silver hairs.
Just turned 20, in college, sitting on a couch with a cute coed watching a BBC Shakespeare play. She leans over and started doing the monkey-lice-picking in my hair. She extracts a gray hair, holds it up for me to see, and smiles like a siren of death. And my mother, laughing uncontrollably, informed me on our next phone call that no, she had not been naturally black-haired up until the time I left home....
The older I get, the more convinced I become that human beings of any value whatsoever get better looking (up to a point) with age.
Sexually alluring is (usually) something else, but I find myself looking at the tight, bouncy little blonde twits that infest the Mall (any mall), and thinking; "Yeah, it would feel good, but she'd want to talk afterwards, and she has nothing but spoiled custard between her ears."
Wear your age with pride. You earned it.
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