I managed to get out of work relatively early so I dropped by the mall to feed the consumerist urges. Over in the fitting rooms at H&M, as I was trying on a few shirts, I spotted something in the mirrors that really surprised me. The mirrors are angled such that I can get look at different views of myself. It was through those angles that I spotted the hair at the back of my head. I was just shocked at how many grey hairs I spotted. I’m not totally going grey yet, but the black of my hair was certainly, umm…peppered. Though in this case I suppose it would be “salt & peppered.”
Shit, that’s sad.
Well, it’s certainly not the first time I’ve gotten grey hairs. I’ve had the occasional ones since high school. Every time my father saw one he’d call out to my mother “get the tweezers!” They’d then be summarily plucked. I think I remember reading something long ago from the book of Proverbs about grey hairs, so back then I joked that grey hairs meant that God loved me.
These days, there’s no plucking. He’d still ask my mother to get the tweezers, but no one would be so inclined to actually get up and get them for the purpose of removing greys. I think recently he said that I’m getting a lot, but I’ve ignored it thinking that he’s actually exaggerating things. I guess he wasn’t.
In the morning when I’m styling my hair, I don’t notice any greys. It’s hard to see any with the glare of the bathroom lights. And really, I don’t see all that many in the front areas. On occasion there’s one that really sticks out and is really obvious. I’ll make the effort to pluck it out by hand. Otherwise, I just leave things as they are.
I guess the greys age me a little bit, eh? I’m not sure I mind too much, after all, I’m getting older. Frankly, considering my stress levels, I’m surprised there aren’t more. Interestingly enough, I know that several people in my department have gone grey in the duration that they’ve worked there. Coincidence? I can only make assumptions. I don’t see myself really going full-on grey way too early, but hey, if I do I can always dye–or go the other route and fully embrace the silver fox attitude. That’s how life goes!
So, yeah…this happened today. I was helping a friend today by being part of this video that he’s shooting. In it I play a stalker character of sorts. Because of that, I told him that I kind of wanted to wear some sort of disguise to make sure that I looked different enough from my normal self such that there wouldn’t be such a strong link between myself and who I was playing. I suggested eyeglasses or some fake facial hair. Well, since the role involves me making weird facial expressions, the glasses were out. As for hair, he bought three samples. The first two were a 70′s style pornstache and a Salvador Dali. In the end we opted for this weird goatee combination. I kept on thinking about just how fake it looked but everyone was insisting that it wasn’t bad. As the day progressed I got more and more felt in my mouth.
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