Grey Matter

What a coincidence that I came across this article today, when I was mulling on the very same topic.

I decided to go grey abruptly in the middle of summer. The salon is just not one of my favourite spots to hang out. As my dye began fading away, I began dreading the countdown to the next salon visit. And then, just like that, I didn’t go. I felt a bit conscious that the grey was noticeably visible now. Lil D hated it. My mom and sis were like what’s the matter with you? But I just didn’t feel the urge any more. To hell with it, I thought. Life is not worth living if you have to worry about grey streaks every twenty days!

I don’t find it liberating in any sense, except for the fact that I don’t have to overcome my reluctance and trudge down to the salon yet again. Sometimes I can see what a difference hair colour would make. Then again, I think I’m ok. I tell Lil D going grey is in fashion. She pouts and walks away, unconvinced. I realize it doesn’t bother me any more.

Deep down inside, I’m actually looking forward to the day when I have a glorious mane of silver hair. It would look so cool, wouldn’t it? I’d simply love that! 🙂

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