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Musings on an English Degree

My First Gray

In an exciting development, I recently became old and distinguished. How, you might ask? Be the discovery of my first gray hair.

For some reason (probably because it means you’re getting older than you care to admit), a lot of people fear that gray hair, but I’ve decided to embrace it. I’ve long looked forward to the day I’d start turning gray because I’ve always thought it’d make me seem wiser, more distinguished, and downright good-looking. Let’s be serious, my naturally handsome and young-looking face framed by salt and pepper hair would be, quite possibly, even more gorgeous than it already is.

I’ve always know I’d gray early too. I’m not a quarter-century old and I have my first gray. My mother’s side of the family goes gray early in life. Her father, she tells me, turned gray early in life and her brother, my uncle, I remember turning gray in his early thirties. Since I’ve always expected it, I’ve never really feared it.

Take a look:

Gray chin hair
There’s actually only one gray hair in the photo. It’s the long one on the right side of the photo. The rest are just caused by lighting.

 

Granted, this is only a gray hair on my chin. I don’t have any that I know of up top yet. But as I mentioned, I’m not quite 25 yet. There’s plenty of time for that.

So, am I just a weird person or are there others out there like me who really look forward to gray hair, or at the very least are not scared of it? Is there anyone out there who, like me, would immediately think to post something positive on the internet about finding a gray hair?

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