Can I just say that while I don't actually care about having a grey hair or two (or however many ... ok, I don't love them, but let's be honest, that's mostly because I'm not quite 35 and I'm still single without kids) ... the fact remains, nothing has made me feel so incredibly mortal as the moment I found the first one.
I stood there...looking at it in the mirror. Just looking at it. I wanted to cry. For real. A grey hair. How on earth could I be old enough for grey hair??? I'm still 16, aren't I? Ok, ok, I can drink so I'm 21. No wait, I turned 28 ... in Russia ... but I'm still in my 20's ... a few years ago. Shit. 34 ... and they've arrived.
Great, the grey hair has arrived ... but Mr. Right and children still allude me ... so not fair.
But then again ... life isn't.
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