Part 1: The Ugly Truth
I'm going to let you in on a little secret.
I have gray hairs.
Yeah, it's a bummer. But the real kicker? I've had them since I was sixteen. SIX.TEEN. I remember because I first noticed them on a trip to my grandparents' house with my family. I was the last one to get out of the minivan and was shutting the door when I caught a glimpse of myself in the window. Two long gray strands were hanging down from the side of my head. What the....????
I quickly yanked them out, and dismissed it as a fluke.
It wasn't. They just kept multiplying and multiplying. And I just kept pulling them out, but it was getting to a point when I could never get them all. I know there's some saying that if you pull one out, two more will grow in. Is that true? I don't know. I'm not a scientist (oh, wait, I AM, nevermind...but not that KIND of scientist) but I think it has something to do with using up pigment/color. Mine is just running out sooner than expected. Kind of like the time they ran out of roast beef at Arby's. Observe...
Lucky for me (I guess), my hair is super thick and I have a lot of it, so it was easy enough to hide at first. But it did eventually get to a point when people started to notice. Crap-tastic.
Sometimes when we're just sitting around hanging out or whatever, Matt pulls them out for me. After about 10, 12 or 15, he gets frustrated and stops. Because there's a lot.
So, why don't I just dye it? I bought a box when I lived in Vegas and then freaked out and let it sit under my bathroom sink until I moved out, then I threw it away. I bought another one here that I think is still sitting under the sink, if I haven't thrown away already. I think the main reason is that a lot of my hair is still brown, and it just seems like a waste of my natural color to put fake crap over it. I just haven't been able to bring myself to do anything remotely close to changing my hair color. In any way. Ever.
But that might be about to change...