I’ve noticed the few random gray hairs that have been popping over the last two years, but so far I’ve been able to hide them if I part my hair to the left.
But today I found a gray hair someplace else, someplace even scarier.
My shirt! That’s right. Not only is my hair slowly turning gray. Apparently my gray hairs are also falling out.
My initial reaction was to panic. I’ll be bald by my midthirties!
Now that I’ve calmed down and started to think this through, maybe it’s a good thing. After all, a gray hair fell out, not a dark brown hair. If all of the gray hair falls out, I won’t have any gray hairs, and only the brown ones will be left.
It’s like an age reversal. (Don’t argue my logic here! I’m in a panic.)
Anyways, I’m a bit depressed about my 29th birthday that’s coming up. I know, I know…29 isn’t old. Well, it’s older than 28.
You know what’s even worse? I’m turning into my parents.
The other day in a discussion I actually had to stop myself from saying, “Accidents don’t just happen, they’re caused.”
My dad used to say that. Spill your drink? Well, you should have been using both hands. You should have used a lid. You shouldn’t have been drinking in the first place.
Pretty soon I’ll be asking Boo and Radley to bend down to pick up things that I drop because “You’re shorter than me. You’re closer to the floor.” (My mom says that.)
You know what might cheer me up? Dragging Kiefer Sutherland to the new Twilight movie: Eclipse. That will make me feel young.
Unless I’m the oldest person in the theater. Maybe I should rethink this.