Silver Linings
I was driving home after work yesterday when I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw something glittery sticking out from my head at an awkward. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was a strand of white hair. A STRAND OF WHITE HAIR!!
There it was, standing tall and proud like some sort of white flag of surrender. I can't believe it. I've never had any white hair before. All my life, my hair has always been nice and black - well, black at least. I can just about feel the heavy weight of age creeping up upon my shoulders and no amount of shrugging is going to throw it off.
I tried to ignore it but I could see it out of the corner of my eye, fluttering about wildly in the breeze of my car's air-con, and it was driving me mad.
With one hand on the steering wheel and one eye on the road, I tried to grab the little sucker and yank it out. It isn't easy I tell you. After several close brushes with the kerb, a lamp post, and a bus driven by an irate little man, I finally won the battle against the aforementioned follicle and extricated it from my scalp.
Holding it triumphantly above me like some sort of prize, I felt the thrilling rush of victory. One point for me, nil points for the Grim Reaper of atrophy. Giving the rest of my head a brief once over, I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised that it was only this one hair which decided to become a traitor and turn silver. A lone ranger.
But still, I know that this was probably just an advance scout. The main army surely can't be far behind.
That's scary.
Time to batten down the hatches.
There it was, standing tall and proud like some sort of white flag of surrender. I can't believe it. I've never had any white hair before. All my life, my hair has always been nice and black - well, black at least. I can just about feel the heavy weight of age creeping up upon my shoulders and no amount of shrugging is going to throw it off.
I tried to ignore it but I could see it out of the corner of my eye, fluttering about wildly in the breeze of my car's air-con, and it was driving me mad.
With one hand on the steering wheel and one eye on the road, I tried to grab the little sucker and yank it out. It isn't easy I tell you. After several close brushes with the kerb, a lamp post, and a bus driven by an irate little man, I finally won the battle against the aforementioned follicle and extricated it from my scalp.
Holding it triumphantly above me like some sort of prize, I felt the thrilling rush of victory. One point for me, nil points for the Grim Reaper of atrophy. Giving the rest of my head a brief once over, I breathed a sigh of relief when I realised that it was only this one hair which decided to become a traitor and turn silver. A lone ranger.
But still, I know that this was probably just an advance scout. The main army surely can't be far behind.
That's scary.
Time to batten down the hatches.
Labels: My Life
posted by Bernard Yong at 8:41 AM
3 Comments:
haven't u heard that if u pluck one out, a bunch of new ones will grow?
they are vengeful.
and they ALWAYS strike in unity.
No! I never heard that before! Why you never tell me earlier??!!
I shall hold you personally responsible for any more sprouting of white hair on my head!
aih. wrinkles, white hair.
life.
life is like a bath.
The longer u stay in it, the more wrinkled u become.
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