Grey matter….
Oh my God! I found what I think was a grey hair on my head this morning. At the very least it was a white hair. Or it could, perhaps optimistically, been described as being a silver hair. Whatever shade it was, the point is that I am twenty-six years-old and have a pretty good head of dark hair. This morning I discovered that my dark hair had been infiltrated by a grey outsider.
So what does this mean?
Does this first grey hair signal the beginning of my ascent into old age? Will I now find myself forgetting little details; names, ages, dates? I can be pretty sketchy when it comes to some aspects of memory anyway, so I don’t think I’m too worried by this.
Does it mean that I might suddenly develop some wisdom? I could live with a lightly-shaded hair or two cropping up on my head if it resulted in me being seen as something of a sage.
Will it accelerate the process of me becoming like a sex symbol? Probably not. But some women like a bit of a silver fox, don’t they?
Hmm.
