I stumbled out of bed and down the stairs, it wasn’t quite 4am. I was brushing my teeth and when I looked in the bathroom mirror, it just stood out at me. I could see it shining in the light, laying right above my forehead.

My first grey hair.

Actually, it was more white than grey. My first thought was “What the heck?! I’m not even 25,” but I didn’t freak out, I just kinda stared at it and wondered how long it had been there. Afterall, it was a long hair.

After I finished brushing my teeth, I grabbed the scissors and cut it off. I’m really not sure why because I’m not really afraid of growing older. That’s not what bothers me, what bothers me is getting fatter, but that’s for a different post. And then again, maybe it’s not age, but stress. Thinking back over the last several years, I’ve had a lot to worry about. Yeah, I had back spasms again the other day, something must be bothering me. Or maybe it’s always been there and due to the various colors my hair used to be I just never noticed. Maybe it was always dyed red or blonde or orange…

Either way, who really cares? It just struck me funny that it stood out like that so much.

And besides that? Steve has had white hairs at least in his goatee ever since I’ve known him, he was about 21 when we met. And my friend, K, she’s just seven months older than me and has had these long grey hairs for several years now. So, I’m not the first. :-D