Warning: I am going to be very dramatic, a lot of exclamation points will be used
I was having breakfast with some very inspiring ladies, my outfit was on point, I was willingly awake before 11:00am, things were looking good for me, and BAM aging hit me in the face with a brick.
MY MOTHER FOUND A GREY HAIR ON MY HEAD!!!!
To say the least, I’m distraught. This isn’t fair, I’m not ready! I still only eat food out of a box unless its prepared for me! I’m 22 and 3/4 for goodness sake!
I’ve felt old for my age on the inside since I starting making friends and realized that they didn’t want to do endless crafts, complain about the youth of our generation, drink warm milk and go to bed at a reasonable hour. On the flip side, I’ve never looked my age. Always a good 5-10 years younger than I actually am.
For example, when I was in Greece last month I overheard that children 16 and under could get into the Acropolis for free. My friend Meg and I were in Athens and waiting in a very hot, very long line to see the famous ruins when we realized we only had 40 euro on us, and entry was 20 euro each. That might seem like the perfect amount, but it would make buying ice-cream afterwards an impossibility. Not okay, actions had to be taken. Naturally, I told the lady I was 16, only to be told that if I was 16 I couldn’t enter without the supervision of an adult… uh oh. Thankfully, Meg was thinking fast and chimed in that she was an adult and could act as my supervisor.
The moral of the story is that we take ice-cream very seriously, and I look young. BUT, now I’ll just look like a child with grey hair! And not the chic grey hair that was cool for a minute last year, like a child in an old lady wig.
For some context, my mum went full on grey at the age of 22. I thought that because I got my dad’s hair in texture and colour I was in the clear. Apparently not. Though I am being dramatic, I do have warrant for concern. I don’t want to have to dye my hair constantly, that takes so much time and money that I’d rather be spending on other things. Like my puppy! Or Starbucks hot chocolate!
Thankfully I have really sensitive and supportive friends to get me through this traumatic experience: (yes I copied and pasted the same text to two people)