What floors me is that two people this weekend have outright told me that it was time to dye my hair. One who is supposed to love me unconditionally, and the other is his mother. My brother also pointed out that I am going gray... he seemed surprised. I guess it is coming on fast.
I think the reason I am going gray so quickly, is that I recently had quite a bit of hair fall out due to stress, and probably medication, and now it is growing back, but it is no longer dark brown... It is white. It is around the circumference of my head, and in the center, where I lost the most hair... and the grays are not confined to my head.
So what's the big deal. I will be 46 years old in less than 2 months. With the average onset of graying in black persons being age 44, I'd say I was pretty much on schedule. ... and I kind of like it. I am appalled that I have been asked to dye my hair... it makes me really really mad. Am I out of line for thinking that request to be rude, unthinkable, and uncalled for? Am I out of line for inferring folks can kiss my butt? Especially when those people are grayer than I?
Besides, I do other things to beat back age a little. I pluck my chin at least once a week, I exercise 3 or more times a week, I use face cream, and lotion my body dutifully. Gray hair to me is a symbol of wisdom, that I made it this far... that I am perhaps a little wiser than the average bear. Is it not?
But the idea of dyeing just might win me over, but not in the way people think. I will never cover the grays on my head to hide the fact that I'm not a kid anymore, but I may strategically dye my hair to emphasize a nice gray streak coming in on my left temple. That could be fun.