Yes! It is a time to celebrate!
Why? BECAUSE I HAVE A GREY HAIR!
I found it yesterday when I was braiding my hair (note: picture is not my hair) and there, sticking out from the temple, a one-inch, wiry, grey hair.
I have been waiting for this day for so long, I’m so excited it’s here!
Oh, a couple of you have strange looks on your face. You’re wondering why I’m so excited to have a grey hair.
Why shouldn’t I be excited? I’ve gone through childhood, survived adolescence, am now getting the hang of being an adult.
I’m alive today.
Which, as recently as 2002, would have not been a sure bet.
Part of living is aging. I’ve been watching a lot of daytime teevee since I’ve been unemployed. Almost 75% of the commercials have to do with aging, either preparing to be old, or pretending not to be old.
Shuck that fit. I’m looking forward to being old. Being old is a helluvalot better than the alternative, being dead. So I’ll love my unfashionable wrinkles and my little grey hair, as much badges of honor and survival as my scars.
I think I’m naming my first grey hair ‘Bob’.